An 800-word travel note about my hometown.
Speaking of Lu Xun, everyone should know it! But when it comes to where Lu Xun's hometown is, some people may not be clear. Let me tell you that Lu Xun's hometown is in Anchang, Shaoxing, but when it comes to Shaoxing, everyone will think of the special product of Shaoxing-stinky tofu. But today, we really saw and ate more good things in the hometown of touts, so let me tell you slowly!
We crossed one stone bridge after another, and what appeared in front of me was a boat docked at the bridge. We immediately came to the boat and heard an old man sitting on a stone bench say that this boat has a name, Wu Pengchuan, which I read in a book, but today I saw it with my own eyes, and I had a chance to experience Wu Pengchuan. Without saying anything, I jumped on the boat, and we sat firmly. The Wu Peng "set off". Along the way, I saw old houses hundreds of years ago on both sides of the river. Many elderly grandfathers and grandmothers live there. Uncle boating seems to be getting old, but his boating movements are really jaw-dropping. He covered the burning sun with an umbrella, braked the oars with one hand and stepped on the long oars with the other two feet, so the boat moved slowly forward. I took a photo of this skilled uncle as a souvenir. There is a cave bridge every ten meters, and green creepers are on both sides of the bridge. Looking back, it seems to give people a refreshing feeling, as if we have come to a fairyland-like world, where there is green everywhere, like a green ocean, a green world and a green paradise ... which dazzles us. When I still want to linger in the boat, the boat has already landed, so I can only reluctantly walk ashore.
When we were exhausted, suddenly something novel attracted us deeply. Have you guessed? Let me tell you, that's the process of pulling sugar. They first burned maltose into crystal clear yellow "sugar paper" in a coal stove, then poured it into a large oil-filled iron pot, and then put the iron pot on water to cool. Then the master took this "candy paper" out and turned it over again and again. Feeling almost the same, he prepared a branch similar to a horn on the stump and then folded the candy paper into sugar. Pull around the sugar ball on the branch and repeat this action. Finally, the master used a desperate effort, and the sugar began to slowly change color, from the original crystal yellow to white, and the more it was pulled, the whiter it became. Hey! I thought to myself, so this is the name of "Latin sugar", which really lives up to its name! Finally, put most of the elongated sugar in the bag, keep the temperature from hardening, slowly pull it into thin strips and cut it off with scissors, which becomes the white sugar we usually see in the market.
Today's trip let me see more knowledge, let me personally experience the cultural heritage of the ancient town, this is really a substantial and meaningful trip, let me remember. ...
The second composition of hometown travel notes is 800 words
Autumn is the season for chrysanthemums.
The ancients said, "When you are young, you can know when the fallen leaves will fall." A phoenix tree leaves, the world knows the long dream of autumn, always revealing the bleak autumn. How many dreams, walking alone on the dragon, surrounded by boundless sea of flowers, gorgeous colors like transparent fire, soft but with its unique charm, as if to compete with the sun. What I can't shake when I wake up is the touch of gold. So I had an expectation in my heart and wanted to see the chrysanthemum in my dream.
Chrysanthemums are gorgeous, and she is graceful; Chrysanthemum is amiable, and she is gentle and affectionate. Chrysanthemum may not be as coquettish and proud as roses, but it has its own exquisite and attractive beauty; Compared with peony, chrysanthemum is less tacky and more elegant.
All-powerful heroes also love chrysanthemums. They often compare themselves to chrysanthemums, standing proudly in the snow and fearless. Jing Ke, who gave his life to assassinate the king of Qin, embarked on a "journey" in the exciting sound of Gao Jianli. It's chrysanthemums in full bloom in the cold wind. The wild chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang left eternal light and shadow in the sky. At that time, the overlord of Chu wrote "Where are you going?" in the embattled song: Yu Ji waved a sword, long sleeves brushed gently, the sword body danced gracefully around her neck, and bloody chrysanthemums suddenly bloomed. One last dance of Yu Meiren, with a hint of sadness, danced a sad song about the end of Xiang Yu's hero. Soon, Wang Ba committed suicide in Wujiang River, and his blood stained the chrysanthemums on the shore. Since then, chrysanthemums on both sides of this river have been in full bloom for thousands of years.
Walking in the butterfly garden, accompanied by dancing butterflies. There are several pots of chrysanthemums scattered in the garden. Looking at them, there is a faint loss in my heart. After all, in this city, autumn is dull, perhaps, there is no autumn. Then, the scene of autumn chrysanthemums all over the mountain, the spectacular "golden flowers all over the city", may only be seen in dreams.
Beside a pot of chrysanthemums, there is a butterfly resting on a branch. Flowers are planted on the soil, and dying butterflies flap their wings hard. The tenacity of life is admirable. Let this chrysanthemum accompany it through the final journey.
Flowers fall, the wind cools, and the butterfly-flapping dust goes with the wind. Autumn has come quietly.
When the sky was blue and the autumn was crisp, the town smiled and accepted its gift, a faint scent of holy chrysanthemum.
Throughout the ages, chrysanthemum rhyme has flowed to this day. I hope that one day, the brilliance of the city will be decorated with chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums everywhere, and autumn colors everywhere.
Three Hometown Travels Composition 800 Words
Today, in the drizzle, we came to Zhouzhuang, which is known as "the first water town in China". In the rain, I watched the most primitive small bridge flowing water and walked on the smooth slate. From ancient times to the present, Zhouzhuang has been a scenic spot for literati to gather, recite poems and paint. Zhang Sheng, a writer in the Western Jin Dynasty, Liu Yuxi, a writer and philosopher in the Tang Dynasty, and Gong Baizhen, a thinker and writer in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, all stayed here and left touching poems. Mr. Wu Guanzhong, a master of contemporary Chinese painting, and Mr. Chen Yifei, an oil painter, have come here to experience life, splashing ink and painting, and permanently solidifying Zhouzhuang's unique beauty and strange charm in the eyes of the world. It is said that what really made Zhouzhuang famous in the world was the late painter Chen Yifei. It was his "hometown memory" that made the unknown Zhouzhuang go from Shan Ye to the world.
Entering Zhouzhuang, there is a memorial archway with the words "Zhenfeng Zeguo" engraved on the north and "Tang-style legacy" engraved on the south. After passing the archway, you enter the core of Zhouzhuang, with blue bricks and white walls, winding banks of the river, and pillow water houses living next to each other. In the water town, the most important thing should be Shuangqiao. People came and went, and we waited for more than half a day before getting on the bridge. I really don't know if we saw the scenery or if we became this scenery! Guided by the tour guide, we visited Zhang Ting and Shenting, the deep houses in the south of the Yangtze River. Zhang Ting is said to have been built by the younger brother of Xu Da, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but it was later sold to the Zhang family, while Shen Ting was built by the descendants of Shen Wansan. This quadrangle in the south of the Yangtze River gives people the impression that the courtyard is deep. What impressed Shenting most was the legendary cornucopia. Is this the secret that makes Shen Wansan extremely rich? I don't know. What I feel most is the back alley in the hall. The back alley is dark and long and can only be crossed by one person. The antique red lantern emits a faint red light, which makes people feel that the years have stopped in an instant and suddenly returned to the time a hundred years ago. In the hustle and bustle of Zhouzhuang, we swam across Zhouzhuang, and you couldn't stop if you wanted to. Think about it, we can only do this!
When I didn't come to Zhouzhuang, my heart was full of imagination. I always feel a little different when I come. Perhaps it is the ubiquitous business atmosphere in Zhouzhuang. It's hard to see the poetry of drizzle described in the book, and there is no simple Zhouzhuang that Chen Yifei and Yu admired in those years. The poet has gone far away, but the bridge is still flowing! We mortals only had a short dream through a tour. It was really a time to get rid of reality and return to simplicity, that's all! I hope Zhouzhuang can be simpler. Don't let the copper smell drown this Jiangnan town! Be a pure paradise.
800 words in Travel Notes of Four Towns
"On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in a fishing fire, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship." The early admiration for Suzhou Hanshan Temple began with reading a night-mooring near maple bridge by Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Later, with this poem as the background, Mao Ning sang "The Waves Still Sound", and he became more and more fond of Hanshan Temple, often dreaming of seeing Hanshan Temple again one day. Today, I was lucky enough to take advantage of my weekend free activities to come there.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at Hanshan Temple on the outskirts of Suzhou. According to the tour guide, Hanshan Temple was built by the poet Hanshanzi during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty. Later, the legend of Hanshan and its collection were widely circulated among the people. Up to now, there are still statues and portraits of them in the main hall of Hanshan Temple, which are called "Hehe Erxian". It is said that the pickup truck was later spread to Japan, and a pickup truck temple was built in Japan. Therefore, every New Year's Eve, hundreds of Japanese friends go to Suzhou Hanshan Temple to pay their respects and listen to the bells. With the passage of time and abrasion, the poet Hanshanzi has been gradually forgotten. A song "a night-mooring near maple bridge" not only makes Suzhou a famous scenic spot, but also makes its author famous in history, so Hanshan Temple has become the first choice for many domestic tourists.
Literally, everyone thinks that Hanshan Temple is located on a mountain, which is named after it. When we arrived at the temple, we felt relieved. It can be seen that the cultural heritage and natural scenery of our 5,000-year-old civilization are profound and rich, and there is no room for any slack and negligence.
When I came back from Hanshan Temple, there was always a mystery in my heart, which made me think hard for a long time. What is the magical beauty of a very ordinary Hanshan Temple that enables the author to write such an immortal masterpiece? Gradually, an unwritten law rose in my mind and became clear. It is a person's experience and different experiences that determine his achievements. For example, Confucius, the cultural sage, Sun Bin, the soldier sage, Sima Qian, the author of Historical Records, Du Fu, who sang "The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road freezes to death", and Fan Zhongyan, Liu Yong, Zhang Ji and Li Shangyin, who advocated "worrying about the world first and enjoying the world later". The key point is that they can all sublimate the setbacks in life to a higher level, although they are not depressed in adversity, and they have the magnanimity to face them calmly.
According to historical records, Zhang Ji was originally a brilliant scholar. He is brilliant, hoping to be among the best in middle and high schools in the imperial examination, or be promoted to Hanlin by the imperial court like Li Bai. On the contrary, he is not only unknown on the list, but even his poems, which he thinks are highly accomplished, have not been recognized by celebrities in the literary world in Beijing. In despair, Zhang Ji went down the river. On a night with few stars in a month, he came to Fengqiao outside Suzhou. Looking at the waning moon, watching the night cry, watching the rows of maple trees by the river, watching the reflection of fishing fire swaying in the water at three or two o'clock not far away, watching the long and trembling bell from the temple, worrying about sleeping on the cruise ship, he had mixed feelings. He was able to vent his lonely and beautiful psychology and wrote this seven-character quatrain with a pen-"Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge". This poem harmonizes the colors of image and sound. Thousands of years have passed, and some of Zhang Ji's contemporaries, although in high school, obtained official positions in the court or local government, have long been forgotten by the world because of their shallow literary achievements. Only Zhang Ji's poem "a night-mooring near maple bridge" has passed through the tunnel of time and has been passed down to this day. Here, it shows people a truth: the profundity and achievements of knowledge do not depend entirely on whether they have been trained or not, but the efforts and long-term accumulation of the day after tomorrow are also an important aspect. Even in today's society, there seems to be a misunderstanding in the eyes of ordinary people. Only when you are admitted to a university or a prestigious school, your knowledge and achievements are superior. If you don't cultivate them or not, you will always be ignorant. This narrow thinking of "turning a blind eye" has hurt and neglected many people who have read a lot of poetry books, forcing them to work hard from adversity, many people have made extraordinary achievements, and many people have finally changed their unfortunate fate.
"Looking for passive water, the source is poor and the water is not poor". Time and space changes, the legend of Hanshan Temple and Zhang Jihe's "Harmony of Two Immortals", and the bells of Qiao Feng and Hanshan Temple are like a beautiful picture embedded in the cultural heritage monument of Jiangnan Water Town, reflecting dazzling light from time to time; At the same time, it also pushed a March that symbolizes unity, friendship, harmony and building a harmonious home to the front of life.
Five hometown travel notes composition 800 words
In the endless green mountains and rivers, occasionally a few egrets spread their snow-white wings and leap over the charming fields of magnificent mountains and rivers. My hometown, right here, is so charming that it often makes people feel that this is the beginning of a beautiful day!
It was a summer day. That Saturday, my mother and I spent a busy day at my grandmother's house. On Sunday morning, I pestered my grandfather to take me to the mountain to have a look, so that I could learn a lot. Grandpa agreed, and my cousin, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, couldn't resist his playful heart, so he showed his poor little eyes and begged us to take him with him. We have no choice but to satisfy him.
Grandpa, my cousin and I are walking happily on the pink and yellow sandy road. Before we set foot on the winding and steep road into the mountain, the crisp sound of spring water was introduced to our ears, and the sound of spring water was extremely clear. We walked into the mountains one by one, and the stream seemed to welcome us with a smile. In the mountains, the air is particularly fresh, but it seems colder than outside, but it doesn't affect our mood at all.
Flowers are in full bloom on both sides of the path. Red, white, yellow and pink. Little by little. They have blossomed many petals, and they are not humble because of weakness, nor proud because of purity. Are so natural and harmonious. Against the background of green fields, they are particularly energetic. We wander in nature, bending down from time to time to pick flowers that have been blown clean by the wind. Accompanied by the crisp and pleasant singing of birds and the footsteps of streams, we gradually entered the depths of the mountains. It's colder in the deep mountains, and I still tremble from time to time, so does my cousin!
Walking, I found a cluster of unknown plants next to me, with a long thin rib, and the top of it was bent round and round. I was surprised and asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, what is that?" I seem to have never seen it before. "I pointed to the unknown plant." That's medicinal material, which is cool and relieves summer heat. "My cousin and I just suddenly realized.
The farther you go into the mountains, the quieter you get. Lush miscellaneous trees stretch out their branches and pull your dress affectionately. But at this time, we are more and more involuntarily going to the mountains. The exciting sound of waterfalls is getting clearer and clearer. Let's look inside, yeah! A small waterfall caught our attention. But he seems to be over 30 meters. This waterfall of more than 30 meters is like a white jade belt, flying down from the top of the mountain. The waterfall falls into the shallow pool below the mountain root, splashing 1 meters high, and the spray is crystal clear. When the breeze blows, the spray floats with every minute, really like smoke, fog and dust, bringing wonderful vitality to the silent valley. I can't help but think of a poem by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days." It's refreshing.
I straightened up and looked at the waterfall decorated with mountains and rivers, and suddenly felt that I was in a fairyland. It seems that I can't feel heaven and earth, and I can't feel time. I just feel that I have integrated into this nature. My cousin and I involuntarily took off our shoes and stepped into the shallow pool. "God, this water is so cold." I cried. Cousin seems to be very cold, and his teeth are shaking all the time. Only grandpa on the shore told us to go ashore quickly, or we would catch cold. But my cousin and I have been playing. Grandpa saw that we had been playing, and there was no response, so we just ignored it and smiled happily.
This mountaineering trip is my happy memory. The beautiful and mysterious valley and the things hidden in this deep mountain make me want to stay. My hometown is so touching!
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