The next day (is the day), I took my friend to the Tianwu subfield, the year in the yiwei, Beng Xia.
The grass in the middle of the plains, insects and birds chirping, but the remaining involved in the hairless, the eye are all killed into the empty, my friend stepped on the sand to move step, sand did not walk, Xing thick and darting, the sand, if the dance chasing the heel like a shadow following the shape. I play in the sand dunes and forget the sundial, raise your eyes, there are three or five green shade, one or two villas, four or six people, my friends and I was shocked to realize that running away to find, but it is the shadow is also step also tend to be fruitless, and then suddenly, on the ancient book said: "mirage", cover if it is, is not the rest of the encounter yes? Woo-hoo! Do not feel a piece of joy and forget the trail carry on, four eyes look at each other, speechless.
Bitter search for old traces, sand invisible, if the water has no trace. I want to mourn and weep to lay my flower face buried in sand, feeling the past years wasted, regret the bag in the past, regret the past of the free and clear, cherish this time to sit and wait for the dead bone, think, regret, think, I and the friend of the pain of the heart, if the pouring of the liver and lungs, drenching, crows did not sparrow sound.
The night, the stars, the breeze, the four fields quiet, miles away from the love affair? The first thing you need to do is to look at the north face of the world, and then look at the north face of the world! "Although the machine (cell phone) no traction (no signal), but follow the stars to determine the field as today's GPS! I am very happy! I'm very happy!
2. with the literary imitation of today's attractions travelogue 100 words蜀地卑湿, the spring equinox is over, obscene rain for days. The streets are muddy. The company has a lot of people who are not in the same boat as the other companies. Standing quietly in front of the window, the sky and the ground obscure, cold air through the clothes. I have heard that the peach blossoms are in full bloom, but I have not been able to see them.
On the third day of the month, the rain cleared up slightly, and his family went out of the south gate, the car traveling to the peach blossom mountain. Full slope spring color, soil paste moist, open and happy, the heart is like a swan flying in the sky and the earth. At that time the fog did not dissipate, a look at the hill is hazy and unclear, smoke and mist, such as Boshan incense around. The breeze comes, floating when the green color, fresh, such as the veil of a beautiful woman for the wind opened, the view of the stunning. Peach blossom will be released yet to be released, playful grain group in the branches. Weak grass, soft moss sprouting on the ground, there is a distant look near no meaning. Although the tourists chat, looking for flowers and photographers, climbing branches and leaning on people, holding children and sitting on the stone, can also be seen from time to time. Although the spring cold, but trekking, but also sweat like pulp. All the soft wind, chirping birds, and even the whispering of the tourists, unintentionally listen to, are leisurely and interesting. I know that the so-called spring is full of, full of it. This scene is both pleasing to my heart, suitable for my feelings, how can I have no discipline? Gengyin February, Rongzhou A garland record
3. with the literary imitation of the "full view of the travel record"Urgent! Use the literary text to imitate the "Journey to Manjing"!
100 or so will do, good can add points, urgent!
dtheph | 2013-06-18
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Sichuan mean wet, the spring equinox is over, obscene rain for days. The streets and alleys are muddy. I'm not going to be able to get out of the room. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
On the third day of the month, the rain cleared up slightly, and his family went out of the south gate, the car line to the peach blossom mountain. Full slopes of spring color, soil paste moist, open and happy, the heart is like a swan flying in the sky and the earth. At that time the fog did not dissipate, a look at the hill hazy uncertainty, smoke covered, if Boshan incense around. The breeze comes, floating when the green color, fresh, such as the veil of a beautiful woman for the wind opened, the view of the stunning. Peach blossom will be released yet to be released, playful grain group in the branches. Weak grass, soft moss sprouting on the ground, there is a distant look near no meaning. Although the tourists chat, looking for flowers and photographers, climbing branches and leaning on people, holding children and sitting on the stone, can also be seen from time to time. Although the spring cold, but trekking, but also sweat like pulp. All the soft wind, chirping birds, and even the whispering of the tourists, unintentionally listening to, are leisurely and interesting. I know that the so-called spring is full of, full of it. This scene is both pleasing to my heart, suitable for my feelings, how can I have no discipline? The first is that the first time I saw the movie, I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie.
4. beach trip essaySee if it works!
The journey was full of anticipation. Qingdao, known as the most beautiful city in China, has always been the place where I have been haunted by my dreams. The first thing I'd like to say is that it's a beach city. For mainland girls who have never seen the sea, the sea only exists in the fairy tale of the Mermaid Princess.
On the train, I saw the sunny rice paddies outside the window, and on the banks of the paddies were red-roofed houses, red and joyful. The name Qingdao is also known as Red Island.
The Qingdao train station has a very unusual architectural style, and at first glance I thought it was a church. I almost marveled that it was the most beautiful train station I had ever seen. Not modern steel and glass, but European and romantic.
Out of Qingdao station, I bought a map and went straight to the beach. The map clearly shows that the sea, right by the train station, is just across a protective embankment. I seem to have smelled the sea. The wind was fresh. It was the first sight of the sea in my life. Blue with pride and abandon. Beautifully atmospheric and exuberant. This is the sea. The salty wind refreshes me. Take the map, run all over Qingdao. Trestle Bridge, Seaside Avenue, the first bath, Fortress Hill, Wusi Square, Zhongshan Park, the eight passes, Ocean University of China, Qingdao University, Laoshan ......
Qingdao eight passes, in fact, is the name of the road, the Great Wall passes named. Eight pass is known as the "universal architectural exposition", more than two hundred different styles of villas, expressing the architectural language of the world's twenty-four countries. The most unique feature is that you can tell the name of the road by looking at the flowers and trees planted along the road. On Ningwuguan Road, begonias are planted in full bloom. On Zhengyangguan Road, there are purple violets that show off their beauty. My favorite is Shaoguan Road. Cherry blossoms are the most beautiful. Pink, white, red, tree after tree, tree flowers. This is a cross in the two streets between the unobtrusive small road, European-style houses are located in the flower trees, charming door classical noble. This beauty is a gesture of prosperity, is the serenity of pearls and gold and silver. There are several pairs of couples in the roadside wedding photos, wearing a white gown of the beautiful bride, according to the door of other people's homes, smiling face to take pictures.
Qingdao has a large number of former residences of cultural celebrities. More delightful is that these homes are scattered in the coastal landscape, blowing the sea breeze in the gap, turn into a small alley, you can look up to the former residence of the cultural giants. Shen Congwen's former residence is on Fushan Road. A small alley. A few rooms away from Hong Shen's former residence. Rusty carved black iron door, granite stone walls. Push the door in, a high step. Up the steps, see a showy woman in the sun quilt, warm.
Lao She's former residence was not found, but all the way from Huangxian Road to find the past, probably can appreciate his living environment. The quiet alleys are winding and circling. The windows between the buildings are next to each other, and the light and shadows are soft. At night, walk south along the coastline from Wusi Square. The boardwalk by the sea. Streetlights are turned on at intervals, the light is dim and soft. The sea breeze is a bit harsh in the nighttime color. Passing a garden house called Long Garden, there was a newlywed PARTY going on in the courtyard, champagne and food, lights and music. A cha-cha-cha, a woman in a red evening gown with her skirt open to her thighs. Spontaneous *** fly in the night sky. Loved the city so much, I stayed for four days. Sitting on the beach, barefoot, writing in my journal. Texting everyone on my cell phone to tell them I'm enjoying the sea air and sunshine. Buy lots of shells to wear on my hands. Buy lots of agates and wear them around my neck. This is the state of life I want to live, free, wild, hallucinatory, warm. On Hong Kong Central Road, sit on the green wooden benches by the side of the road, write a letter to yourself, and then drop it into the mailbox by the side of the road, and take a picture of that mailbox. The sunlight at 5 p.m. hits the right side of my face. In front of me was a steady stream of traffic, and behind me were famous European-style homes. I kissed myself with words in that afternoon of noise and quiet, luxury and comfort.
Qingdao return, can not forget: late at night in Wusi Square, the tide surging. Cold and dark. Encountered a down-and-out artist, young face, to give me a portrait. He said, "I'll draw a portrait of you, you have good eyes. When I returned home, I opened the mailbox and saw the letter I wrote to myself in Qingdao. It smelled of the sea breeze when I opened it. "I'm in Qingdao, I'm by the sea. Barefoot, facing the sea. Unbridled blue, noisy blue, arrogant blue, screaming blue. Toward the rising and falling tide. She roars with regularity, there is serenity in her laughter. Her vastness makes her wise and peaceful, she makes her own decisions wave after wave. She is free and powerful, she is her own king ......"
5. Write a travelogue essay in Chinese 300 wordsThe summer of Ezi, June that is to look forward to, we have completed the period of study, is to collect the bags, the line will be divided into various states and counties, in order to seek fame.
Looking back, I have a lot of feelings, a long four years of road, wind and rain are in the same boat. In the fall of A Shen we went to Changde, diligently pursued, learning in the teacher training workshop, although the heart is not happy, full of grief and anger, but the power to reject the court's power, it is not wise, things have come to this point, but only to concentrate on studying poetry, history and scripture, in order to be heard on his day to reach the vassals, can not because of the rise and fall of the place to abolish the swan's will? I tasted the sword westbound Linzhou, boarding the towering Taihang to Shu Xiaoxiao, also trekked south to Tangyin, to worship the hero Yue Fei's loyalty and courage; oracle bones and bronze tripods, Yin Shang civilization has been passed down, Yeshui Zhu Hua, Jian'an style bones still exist.
Yuan Gong lost his ambition, fishing on the huan; Guo old feeling, the title division to praise Ye. The city of Changde has a reputation as the first ancient capital of China.
The seminar also increased its old system, the soil and trees are greatly expanded. We are studying in this, heard the chicken dance, read the teacher's book of praise, the sun dusk west, cu jiu martial arts, lady fair, gentleman style.
Although there is no silk and bamboo orchestra of the Sheng, but after the study, colleagues gathered, between friends, love like hands and feet, wine when singing, a goblet of wine, also enough to talk about the feelings, letter can be happy. Tai Bai said, "The world is also so happy, all things in the past East flowing water".
There is no end to learning, but there is an end to the semester, and in a few days it will be goodbye to the Changde House, ten years of study, the end of the period in the end. I am looking forward to all the friends who have a bright future.
When we get together in the future, we will have wine in our bottles.
6. How to write a travelogue in Chinese"Travelogue to Mount Huangshan"
Mount Huangshan and the small group of mountains, visit Mount Huangshan and disregard the five mountains of the cover will be the five mountains of the majestic different from the group of mountains, Mount Huangshan's four beauty and the world alone.
Yu at the beginning of August, with a number of uncles and friends, drove more than 100 miles, in the twilight, to the foot of Mount Huangshan, Tangkou place to rest. The town is small and dense, people ready to gather, many merchants; and deep in the mountains, all day long, cloudy ridge fog, rain time is uncertain. Or when it is clear, the wind is light, the mountains towering green; or when it rains, the clouds press the city, showers fall. Tangkou dishes, flavorful and fresh soup, more than the treasures of the mountains, so the guests to and from Mount Huangshan, there is also a view of the scenery does not forget to eat said.
The beauty of Mount Huangshan, everyone knows; Mount Huangshan crag, few people know. Yu and his three friends in the morning, by car to the mountain. The mountain road is rugged, a thousand turns, the car around a few hours, can finally arrive at the station. Driving a cable car, in the middle of a ten thousand foot deep stream, and quite through, heart palpitating. Getting off the car, has been a thousand meters high mountains. Clouds and mist on the face, the station store high above, seems to have the sky of the wonderful, but not win the cold clothes. Friends of a woman, thin clothing, the summer period, not with the people of the fall, but the mountain high, it is difficult to distinguish between the four seasons, the high place is not cold. The woman is wearing a straw raincoat in order to protect herself from the cold, and the man is sighing and asking for the sky in order to fulfill his ambition. Fog virtual people real, there are not greedy generation; walk hurriedly, all are worship mountain guests. Mountain road stone steps, layers of dense, winding in the mountains. Tourists degree step, step by step, how to think of the pain of the mountain workers even if the guide's oral, literary words, but also difficult to beat the ladder repairer's work. Moving stone steps, or rest and look up, or climb up to the highest level and the best view. The sea of clouds, the sunlight, the wall is a thousand feet, straight into the sky, cypress and pine, apes and monkeys jumping; a different kind of fun, as natural as the natural world. Or camera to remember the fun, or brush to express emotion, the beauty of Mount Huangshan, fascinated by the crowd!
Secrets of the mountain want to degree, all called the difficult road to Sichuan; ladder steep, all sigh perish rest. I bring friends three people, walking slowly, from the words of the guide, the audience view of the place. Tourists and more than one after another, pedestrians thick and shoulder and. Look at the mountains, people and dragons coiled and nine curves, mountains and more and Hui Jing. Women said: Mount Tai small world, Confucius fallacy! To make Confucius climbed Mount Huangshan, see the scenery to this time, will not repeat this statement. Yu laughed and said: Confucius Qilu Shi, foot not involved in the South Anhui, only know the high Dai Zong, and sighed that this language, reasonable. The woman said: mountains outside the mountains, people outside the people, this time to see its true. Yu also smiled and did not answer.
The four beauties of Mount Huangshan: strange pines, rocks, sea of clouds, hot springs. Pine odd, cover its hair on the cliffs, erected in the mountain streams, and not leaning not folded, welcome the sun, twilight resignation sunset, clouds and mist sucked from heaven and earth, the dust in the knowledge of the Households. Therefore, the branches and leaves are flourishing, and the chain of thousands of years. Strange stone, because of its shape is different appearance, absolute into thousands of Ren, ten thousand feet of risk, into the clouds Huiyu. Lords look at its boast, ink objective of its fuso. Mountain because of the stone and lofty, water because of the stone and gurgling. The towering gurgling, but also see the strange stone is not strange, is the treasure of Chixiu Zhenshan. The sea of clouds, Hui fog into clouds, around the ridge into the sea, the wind and clouds, but also the effect of the sea. Or sunrise, the situation for the best, the mountains sprinkled with gold, the sea of clouds and bubbling waves, pine waves and piano, stand on the banks of the Sea of Clouds, the idea of much more. Hot springs, into a thousand layers under the ground, for the geothermal made, the water temperature temperature and gas bubbles, people go into the water and bath clothes. Hot springs water, more mineral quality, but also have the effect of healing to disease. The four beauties of Mount Huangshan, the beauty of the world carry on!
I returned the next day, although the day of the mountain view is short, but the deep feelings of the scene, so the article to remember. (
7. Harbor Travelogue (Mandarin)On the 24th day of the Lunar New Year, the wind was blowing and the sky was clear.
Yu with more than ten fellow students, driving bicycles dozens of miles, during which the mood is no longer initially rampant, all have been sweating shirt sticking to be carried! In the middle of the afternoon, arrived at the cross-sea bridge, the bridge at the end of the temporary rest. The bridge, from the highway to the Pearl Plaza, but a few hundred meters away, not enough to play and watch.
So drive forward, to arrive in the city when, Yu old classmates eye master, its car tires suddenly wear, get off with their car check, so delayed for half an hour long. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the day, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Turn to an alley, small and dense alley, sparse traffic, most of the merchants; and deep in the city, it is a deserted garden on earth; looking for a way to a powder store, we said that the "old place", the dishes here, the taste is not beautiful and soup is not fresh, and does not matter what the treasure said, so there are only a few guests to and fro; the desire to be in the abdomen is really hard to be, but also I should not be hungry for food. After tea and dinner, I rode my bike around the city; there was nothing interesting to hear, so I skipped it.
A few moments later, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, to the foot of the Immortal Mountain, the ugly of the Immortal Mountain, known to all; the joy of the Immortal Mountain, few people know. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it! The port is located in the subtropical monsoon climate, it is difficult to distinguish between the four seasons, but there is not the slightest sense of cold, the street passers-by are wearing summer clothes; the heat is unbearable, and our feet are sore and unbearable, so we gave up the joy of climbing the mountain to play at the foot of the mountain under the shade of a tree to avoid the summer playing cards.
Playing cards is what we call the joy of the fairy mountain, and the shade at the foot of the fairy mountain is a good place to escape the heat and relax.
The game of cards is what we call the joy of Mount Xian, and the shade of the trees at the foot of Mount Xian is a great place to escape the summer heat.
Looking back at the view of the fairy mountain, really no creativity, and suddenly realized that our hometown is really backward; the city of China, this place does not appear; the quiet suburbs, this place also do not feel. Port of the ugly, ugly A world carry on! Yu to home, the whole body aches and pains; Yu's friends learned that I have triumph, then asked Yu said, "This trip fun? Is it worth it?" I also difficult to answer, so I said, "This is the practice also!
7. 8. 200-word travelogueThe wind and smooth, clear sky, I went with my parents to play in Hongshan Park. Red Mountain Park, the posture of the strange scenery wins, rich in the aroma of books, so that the monuments and modern architecture and harmony, coupled with the thrilling *** of the amusement facilities, so doubly favored by the citizens of the city of Wuhan. Red Mountain, the city of Urumqi's iconic landscapes, more than 900 meters high, with its purple sandstone structure and ochre appearance and got the name "Red Mountain". The appearance of the red mountain, like a dragon lying across the western mountains, the head of the dragon probed in the Urumqi River. The three of us to the park, looking around, full of verdure. Taking the road which, touring to see the Great Buddha Temple, left a picture in front of the door. And then to the Ferris wheel. Sitting on the Ferris wheel, looking out of the window, the scenery is pleasant, the view is unique. My mother was afraid of heights and closed her eyes tightly, clutching my arm, the timid appearance of which I could not help but be amused. In a short while, to the top of the Red Mountain, only to see Lin Zexu statue stands here, there is a tripod standing next to it, said "anti-drug copper tripod". Tend to go up a little, can be seen on the top of Red Mountain - Red Mountain Pagoda, its brick red appearance, and the people of the classical interest. After taking a picture, follow the road down. And to the "underground palace", which is 400 meters long, which is eerie, statues of hideous eyes, the scene described are the cycle of life and death, karma, or dissected heart, or plucked out the eyes. The more you enter, the more you feel the cold air, creepy images and ghostly voices more frightening. Since I left the underground palace, I have a deep feeling. Good has its reward and evil has its retribution, and this has been true since ancient times. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.