It is easy to think of Jiangnan water town, but this is not Jiangnan. Like Jiangnan, deeper.
There is slow water in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is also slow water in the ancient town. The ancient town also has soft water like Jiangnan, gently. Occasionally, passers-by throw some building sand by the river. The sand is always so lively, arousing ripples on the water surface and disturbing the tranquility of the ancient town.
There are cities in the south of the Yangtze River and Guo in the ancient town. The national capital of the ancient town is around the city. I don't know if it's a war or something, but it's still a while, but a house is wide. There are some houses in the ancient town, but most of them are houses. There are some old houses, almost all of which are made of wood. This old wooden house is very old and difficult to break down. The house is unoccupied, so I guess I have money to move. Some wood clearly says "Down with reactionaries", which should be from the Cultural Revolution. The sunlight slanted on the wooden house, which was very serious. It is said that this is a valuable tourist resource in the county, which should be unique to the ancient town.
There are not many people in the ancient town, and there are hundreds of families. I think they want to see the end of the ancient town.
Wan Li is clear, and the white clouds in the sky are as soft as cotton. It's really a good day to go out. Accompanied by music, our family, uncle's family and his friends set off for Dongsha ancient town. The car got on the ferry crossing the sea, and the endless sea level made everyone feel happy. The pressure of study on weekdays and the tense pace of life are all drifting with the wind.
When the ferry arrived at Daishan Gaoting, it was almost 9 o'clock. Along the way, golden rice waved to us, the breeze blew, and the clear river smiled at us. Twenty minutes later, we drove into Dongsha ancient town. Although I have been here countless times, every time I come, it will still bring me a different style. The car slowly jumps over the sloping roofs and low houses, many of which are made of wood and full of antique interest. Walking on the uneven stone road, I looked at the wooden houses painted with red paint on both sides of the street. Usually it is quiet and leisurely here, far away from the prosperity of the city. But because today is a long holiday, there are endless tourists here. Look, old people, young people, men and women, and tourists of different colors from abroad have also come, bringing a rare excitement to the town. Mom said by the side that it used to be very lively here. In the past, it was full of pedestrians and vehicles. When I was a child, I ate wonton, oil dumplings and shrimp dumplings in street shops, and I could watch a puppet show on holidays. At that time, there seemed to be a scene of prosperity in front of my eyes ... "Hello" little boy Lele brought my thoughts back to the present. Now the ancient town is more like an old man who is no longer in his prime, bringing more memories to his parents. Most of the old people who stayed in the ancient town are enjoying their old age. They still maintain their original simplicity and run small shops. Spark shops, comic book shops and handmade cloth shoes shops, which are hard to see in the city, can be found here. Lele, a fellow traveler, is full of curiosity about all this because he has never been here. He kept asking questions and went out of this shop and into another. We were amused by his appearance. What attracted me to the whole street was the China Marine Fisheries Museum. Walking in the Fisheries Museum, looking at all kinds of fish specimens, touching all kinds of fishing boat models, all kinds of exquisite fishermen's paintings, the life and work of the original islanders who immigrated early in ancient times, and fishing nets with a sea breath, I realized the strong strength of fishermen, as if I saw them sweating like rain in their work.
Walking out of the old street, we came to the "old workshop" opened by my aunt. I saw many visitors as soon as I entered the door. That is a fragrant dried manual workshop that has been operating for many years. All recipes are handed down from the previous generation. According to my grandmother, I spent all my time there before I was 3 years old. Unfortunately, I lost those memories and sat in this workshop again, watching the masters quickly wrap the dried incense. I also wrapped it up not to be outdone. Ha, maybe I wrapped it in the dry incense of the old workshop where you ate. The excitement has been going on. Unconsciously, my stomach growled. At first glance, it turned out to be 12 o'clock. A group of eight of us came to grandma's house, eating a sumptuous meal and chatting about the "report" of our morning trip.
After dinner, my mother and I went shopping again. I went to the house where my mother once lived, ate shrimp dumplings that my mother had eaten as a child, drank a unique cold drink called Shihua on the island, and took pictures in the mottled stone wall alley.
At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, we set foot on the way home, and my thoughts were still floating in the ancient town. I think the ancient town will be young again, and I am looking forward to that day.
Guzhen Junior 1 Composition 3 Beautiful Guzhen Miss:
How are you?
In that afternoon, I was lucky enough to walk into you, and your simple figure lingered in my mind, which made me want to write another letter and say hello.
History has left many traces on you; Time has turned you from the past into the present-enjoying a pure land alone and not competing with the world.
In the sky, rain is still dripping. Hold an oil-paper umbrella, walk on your bluestone path, and touch the ancient wall engraved with your vicissitudes with your hands. Green moss attached to the cracks in the wall, furry.
Walking into a shop with an umbrella, you will smell antique. This is an embroidery shop. The shopkeeper embroidered a beautiful finished product with that skillful stitch. Every embroidery seems to tell a story about you: children are playing in the stream and throwing water at you; Adults work hard in the farmland and feel your temperature barefoot; When the birds return to the forest, love stand always talks to you in the biggest tree in the center of town in an incomprehensible bird language ... The colorful embroidery on the wall makes everything flow out of you.
Come out again, the rain has stopped, but the eaves of Jiangnan wind are still dripping, and the sun shines on the water droplets, reflecting the crystal light. At that moment, you were really beautiful.
The sweetness of sugar is fermented in the air. Not far away, an old man was sitting in an alley, squinting slightly, enjoying the fresh air and warm sunshine after the rain. On the chopping board in front of us, there are all kinds of Tang Hua and colorful maltose. The old man who bought sugar has gray temples. Suddenly, the old man was surprised, picked up the spoon and drew carefully. It's the scenery in front of him and your appearance. Just like Tang Hua, you are so sweet; Just like this time-honored craft, you are as simple as that.
The afterglow of the sun shines at the end of the road, and your shadow has been dragged by the sunset for a long time. The wind blew and everything was quiet. You are as quiet as an oil painting.
At present, on a mahogany brand, a big character-"tea" is painted with green paint. When I walked in, the rich tea fragrance immediately came to my face. You are as elegant and quiet as this cup of tea at this moment.
After hundreds of years of storms, you still exist. For many years, you have had countless tourists, but no one has ever brought bad news about you. History still makes you live so well.
You are a quiet place in a noisy city. For you, for the years you have experienced, for a quiet city. In your future, no one will destroy this pure land.
Now, are you still as beautiful as that day-at first sight.
I am here to convey
welcome
Today, my family went to visit Pingle Ancient Town in Qionglai.
When we arrived at the ancient town, we saw rows of houses with blue bricks and red eaves. Many trees were planted in front of the door, and the ground was covered with bluestone. There are many guns in the shop, as well as various small handicrafts and specialties. People come and go, very lively.
When we arrived at the river, many children were playing with water. What's more interesting is that almost every child is carrying a crab in his hand and writing the composition "You Pingle Ancient Town" in the third grade of primary school. I couldn't wait to get to the river, so I took off my shoes and began to play with water, regardless of the cold weather. I am very lucky. I found two crabs by the river. Uncle Zhao also caught one for me. I tied crabs into a string, held them in my hand and let them play in the water.
After dinner, we went to take a bamboo raft boat. Zhao Liming and I became volunteer sailors. We picked up the long bamboo Artemisia, cooperated together and pushed it down the water until we reached the bottom. Then, we slowly lift the Artemisia scoparia and put it into the water again. Just a few times, we were so tired that we sweated, but we continued to support them cheerfully. The adults chatted leisurely on the boat and enjoyed the scenery. How interesting!