My hometown Dayao has a historical place called White Pagoda Park.
Walking in from the back door of the White Pagoda Park, we first saw the curved Dianbai path. There are many tall and straight cypress trees on both sides of the path. Sometimes there are cute little squirrels jumping up and down on the cypress trees. After the Dianbai path, we saw the Zhao Zuochuan monument square, in the morning, there are often old people go to the square dancing, playing tai chi we went to the lotus pond and the small arch bridge, where the lotus pond is clear to the bottom, you can see the small goldfish underwater and the bottom of the pool of small stones, the small arch bridge is curved, reflecting in the pool, as if the crescent moon. Going up, we went to the zoo and amusement park, the zoo has a lovely monkey, beautiful peacock, lonely little pheasant; amusement park has slides, seesaws and so on.
Finally, we climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the White Pagoda. When you look at it vertically, the White Tower looks like an ice cream, or a light bulb, or a seal held upside down. If you look at it upside down, you will see that the White Tower looks like a chicken leg. If I can climb to the white tower, I must be able to go to the sky, and Chang'e sister to talk with, to play in the sky, to the sky to pick stars The white tower next to the sky ladder is like a layer of field ladder, at the top of the ladder to look down, we see the whole beautiful Dayao city, especially at night, neon lights to the whole white tower lake surrounded, it's really beautiful!
Weekend free 'time, come to the White Tower Park to walk around, will certainly make you physically and mentally happy, no matter where I go, hometown of the White Tower Park I will never forget.
Hometown White Pagoda Park Essay 2My hometown is in Hangzhou, there is a very fun place, it is the White Pagoda Park. On the bank of the Qiantang River, there is a small hill there, and there is a white stone tower on the hill, which is the origin of the name of the White Pagoda Park.
The most famous thing in the park is the train site. A stone road, one side of the tender green grass, the other side is the railroad tracks. The rails are rusty because there has been no train for a long time. Under the rails are neat sleepers. Some of the gray sleepers are broken on the surface, but they are still very strong, telling the history of that time. In the middle of the park is a steam train with a black front end and a huge cylindrical boiler in the middle, which was used to boil water and produce steam to drive the huge wheels forward. The body of the train was a green train of carriages, and the platform of the carriages went up to reveal that the interior of the carriages were red seats, and that the inside had been a restaurant. The platform is decorated with many flower pots full of red flowers, red and green.
Park side of a sightseeing train, get on the train and buy a ticket, "bell, bell, bell", the train from the west platform to the east. Sitting inside the carriage, looking at the scenery outside backwards, reminds me of the movie inside the steam train: the train running on the tracks, no matter how windy or rainy, over the mountains, will sail to the destination.
After getting off the train, I thought, one day I will grow up, and I will get on the train alone to go far away. But I surely won't forget my hometown, and the little train in my hometown's White Tower Park.