Write an essay with the theme of Green Er Township and Red Tongjiang River

1. My hometown, Tongjiang, has a total score of 600 words.

My hometown is not as prosperous as Hong Kong, nor as rich as the Xisha Islands. But my hometown has a unique beauty. The mountains and forests there show the charm of the original ecology, the caves there contain a variety of scenery, and the people there inherit the simple and hard-working Red Army spirit...

Tongjiang is connected by mountains. , the mountains there are beautiful, colorful in spring, vigorous in summer, gorgeous in autumn, and quiet in winter. It is really wonderful, especially after the rain in this season: the creek plays the violin, sings cheerful songs, and rushes. Toward the river; the frog sang in a low voice while basking in the sun; the restless cicada also kept singing "Cicada, cicada", and everything in the mountains and forests made various wonderful sounds, composed A summery, cheerful song.

"There is a unique cave" and "the best cave in the world" are all describing our Tongjiang River, which is known as the hometown of karst caves. The magical Nuoshuihe Scenic Area contains 128 underground caves of different sizes and shapes, including Zhongfeng Cave, Lion Cave, Fairy Cave, Longhu Cave, and Loufang Cave. These colorful and diverse caves are like natural underground palaces, which make people linger and forget to leave. Especially rafting in the caves is an indispensable tour item for tourists. This is also the most impressive thing in my childhood fun: Starting from the swaying water surface, to the bumpy landslides left and right, and then to the rapids turning out the water curtain, I realized the excitement and joy of rafting.

The mountains and water along the Tongjiang River are beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful. Tongjiang is fertile soil for red and the hometown of the Red Army. The Fourth Front Army of the Red Army established its general headquarters there, and there is also the largest cemetery of Red Army martyrs in the country across the river. The people of Tongjiang inherit and carry forward the Red Army spirit of enthusiasm, hard work, unity and friendship. People there often come and go in the wind and rain in order to compete for farm work, but they don't complain at all, but they are still happy; the folks there steam a few steamed buns and send them to the East and West, and they always feel that it is delicious if everyone eats them together.

This is my hometown, intoxicating, right?

2. A 500-word sixth-grade essay about Tongjiang Tremella

My classmates don’t like to drink the Tremella soup in the school cafeteria, but I love to serve a bowl of it. In the white mist, I boarded the train bound for the event.

My breakfast is really simple. It’s just milk and bread when I’m at home, even on Saturdays and Sundays – because it’s convenient. In the morning, warm milk and bread while washing up.

After washing up, the milk bread is also warmed up. It takes almost no time, which is undoubtedly the best choice for me who is as nervous as a war every morning.

My mother doesn’t. She always soaks in white fungus before going to bed. Get up the next day, simmer a pot of white fungus soup, and spread out a few soft pancakes. Even if it is just a breakfast, it will be a gorgeous meal.

She also advised me: "I am tired of eating milk and bread every day." But I refuted her in terms of nutritional intake and saving time.

My mother couldn’t trust me because I was impatient, but she insisted that I drink white fungus soup, which would make her wake up much earlier. I don’t want my breakfast to make my family’s chickens and dogs restless.

So I continued to eat my milk bread, and she still drank her white fungus soup, but she also started eating breakfast outside. Except sometimes I made some white fungus soup for breakfast at home, and rarely drank it. In fact, I am also very fond of white fungus soup.

I read it at night, and it accompanied me through the confused and cold nights. Recalling my childhood, I was very weak and always sick.

Whenever I have a fever, my mother always makes me a big, hot bowl of white fungus soup. After drinking it in one sip, I would break out into a sweat and fall asleep again. When I woke up, my illness would be mostly cured.

Nowadays, there are more and more prescriptions for treating colds and fevers, but this prescription remains unchanged. Now I'm getting bigger and bigger, my body is getting better and better, and I don't get sick all year round.

Sometimes I wish I had a minor illness and drank a bowl of white fungus soup under my mother’s earnest gaze.

In the smoky kitchen, the mother's figure stood guard in front of the simmering white fungus soup, reflecting the light and shadow, constantly shaking. The orange light erased the edges and corners of life for the mother, leaving only a trace of tenderness.

With a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes, he picked up a bowl, and white fungus floated on the water, like white lotuses that had just bloomed. In fact, if you look closely at the word "boil", it is deeper and contains deeper connotations than the word "boil" for milk and the word "chun" for lotus root starch.

After all, how can the mood of a generation be “cooked” or “cooked”? I suddenly understood why my mother loved to make white fungus soup for me. That deep love can only be reflected in its depth by boiling through every white fungus. 3. A 500-word sixth-grade composition about Tongjiang Tremella

My classmates don’t like to drink the Tremella soup in the school cafeteria, but I love to serve a bowl and enjoy it in the rising white mist. A train bound for the event. My breakfast is really simple, just milk and bread when I'm at home, even on Saturdays and Sundays - because it's convenient.

Warm milk and bread while washing yourself in the morning. I've washed myself and the milk bread is warmed. It takes almost no time, which is undoubtedly the best choice for me who is as nervous as a war every morning. But my mother doesn't. She always soaks in white fungus before going to bed. Get up the next day, simmer a pot of white fungus soup, and spread out a few soft pancakes. Even if it is just a breakfast, it will be a gorgeous meal. She also advised me: "I'm tired of having to eat milk and bread every day." But I refuted her in terms of nutritional intake and time saving.

My mother couldn’t trust me because I was impatient, but she insisted that I drink white fungus soup, which would make her wake up much earlier. I don’t want my breakfast to make my family’s chickens and dogs restless. So I continued to eat my milk bread, and she still drank her white fungus soup, but she also started eating breakfast outside. Except sometimes I made some white fungus soup for breakfast at home, and rarely drank it. In fact, I also have a lot of affection for white fungus soup. I read it at night, and it accompanied me through the confused and cold nights. Recalling my childhood, I was very weak and always sick. Whenever I have a fever, my mother always makes me a big, hot bowl of white fungus soup. After drinking it in one mouthful, I would break out into a sweat, and then fall asleep again. When I woke up, my illness would be mostly cured.

Nowadays, there are more and more prescriptions for treating colds and fevers, but this prescription remains unchanged. Now I'm getting bigger and bigger, my body is getting better and better, and I don't get sick all year round. Sometimes I wish I had a minor illness and drank a bowl of white fungus soup under my mother's earnest gaze. In the smoky kitchen, the mother's figure stood guard in front of the simmering white fungus soup, reflecting the light and shadow, constantly shaking. The orange light erased the edges and corners of life for the mother, leaving only a trace of tenderness. With a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes, he picked up a bowl, and white fungus floated on the water, like white lotuses that had just bloomed. In fact, if you look closely at the word "boil", it is deeper and contains deeper connotations than the word "boil" for milk and the word "punch" for lotus root starch. After all, how can the mood of a generation be "cooked" or "cooked"?

I suddenly understood why my mother loved to cook white fungus soup for me. The depth of that deep love can only be reflected in every white fungus. 4. An essay showing the red, green and antique colors of my hometown

My hometown Pingyao is a beautiful and rich place. Today I will talk about my hometown - Pingyao.

In spring, the sunshine is bright, the flowers are in full bloom, the grass sprouts its little head, greedily sucking the nectar of spring, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere; in summer, the trees are even more lush and leafy, At night, colorful fountains gush out, and colorful lights flash, and various activities are held: In winter, the silver-covered world outside makes you unable to help but go out and have a good time. Would you say it's beautiful?

The ancient city of Pingyao is included in the World Cultural Heritage List, and scenic spots and historic sites such as the County Government Office, Confucian Temple, City God's Temple, and Rishengchang Bank are famous both at home and abroad, attracting many domestic and foreign tourists.

My favorite among them is the county government office. Let me first tell you about one of the scenic spots in the county government office: the street opposite the Pingyao county government office is called Zhaobi South Street. Why is it called Zhaobi South Street? That's because there is a screen wall opposite the county government office. On the screen wall is carved a monster named "Greed". "Greed" looks like a unicorn, with four hooves making fire, and his body is surrounded by treasures. He should be satisfied with so many treasures, right? But he was greedy and opened his mouth as if he wanted to swallow up the sun and moon in the sky. This is a warning to parents and officials in a county to love the people as their own children and stop being greedy and violent. They should take this as a warning to benefit the people. If you want to know more about Pingyao, then enter Pingyao!

Our snacks here are even more unique. Beef, oat noodles, bowls of noodles and other delicacies are very popular among Chinese and foreign tourists. Pingyao is still a place of outstanding people! Outstanding figures such as Yan Weiwen and Liu Wang all came from my hometown, and I am very proud of this!

I love my hometown-Pingyao! 5. An essay titled "My Hometown"

My Hometown My hometown has no scenic spots, no bustling cities, and no stormy sea. But I still love it deeply. My hometown. There are dense woods, colorful wildflowers, and tenacious grass. Rows of houses can be seen everywhere, with uneven heights, like winding and undulating waves. With the arrival of spring, my hometown The scenery is particularly beautiful. The grass stretches, yawns, emerges from the soil, and new buds emerge from the leaves. At this time, the cute swallows fly back from a distance and chirp under the eaves of a house. , as if to say: "This is a good place, let's make a home here!" Hua'er blinked her big, watery eyes and looked at everything in the world curiously. The children took off their thick cotton-padded jackets , playing on the grass to their heart's content: singing and dancing, as happy as a group of free birds. When the scorching sun comes in the summer, the green watermelon makes people salivate. At this time, the children come to the small By the stream, we took off our sandals and dipped our feet in the river. The clear river water made us forget the heat. In the golden autumn, pomegranates hung like red lanterns on the treetops. Autumn winds blew by, and the rice grew layer by layer. The golden waves are particularly beautiful. This season is the busiest time for adults: harvesting rice and cotton. Although they are exhausted and out of breath, the joy of harvest is still on their faces. In winter, The earth was covered with a thick quilt. The friends had endless fun chasing each other in the snow, building snowmen and having snowball fights! I love my hometown, this beautiful and simple hometown. 6. Write an essay on the topic of green

Sorry, I am off topic upstairs. In the eyes of many people, green represents a kind of vitality, vigorous vitality. With green, everything is prosperous and full of vitality. Abundant.

However, the green in my heart is unique. Facing green, I often feel a special feeling in my heart.

Green always haunts me like a ghost, even in my dreams. She often gently plucked my heartstrings inadvertently. I can't remember how many times my young thoughts drifted in the infinitely vast world outside the window accompanied by melodious heart songs.

The sky in the North is vast and deep. Under the sky, there is a student from Shantou, that beautiful coastal city in the South. Standing on the land of Qilu, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, he often felt incredible.

Sometimes he couldn't even believe that he was already thousands of miles away from home at this moment. Every time, he threw himself on the train, thought nothing of it, and ended up here.

Only sometimes, when an inexplicable melancholy surges into his heart, and when his whole body and mind are surrounded by a deep nostalgia, does he calculate where he is at the moment. When he was calculating, there was always a patch of green swaying in front of his eyes. The green color carried the heart of a wanderer far away who was homesick for home, and then sailed towards that warm harbor with the sail of longing.

Still Green "How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.

"In my concept, there is no big difference between cyan and green. This does not mean that I have some problem in distinguishing colors and have color blindness.

On the contrary, cyan and green are both It has become an eternal color in my heart, and it has become my heart spring, trickling endlessly, flowing forever. I have climbed Mount Tai three times, each time going up by a different road, and coming down the same way every time. Each time I had different feelings, but the same feeling was still the same when facing the rolling green land.

Standing on the top of a mountain more than 1,000 meters high, I was surrounded by green mountains. , swallowing me up, feeling like I'm entering a fairyland. I can't even let go of this fairyland. The majestic momentum is not found in the south.

My eyes always look at it more reluctantly. However, even in such an intoxicating moment, through the still green in front of me, I thought of the place where I was born and raised; through the still green in front of me, my thoughts. Flying back to the place where I grew up.

It has recorded so much of my happiness and sadness, witnessed so much of my rise and sadness, and maintained so many of my feelings and sentiments. This may be what people often say when leaves fall and return to their roots. However, the roots are still green.

Is nostalgia a kind of beauty? A kind of beauty that is accompanied by cold nights, tears, and constant cutting. Is it poignant? Xi Murong once wrote a beautiful poem: "Nostalgia is a tree without annual rings. "Trees are green, and homesickness is also green.

My alma mater is located at the foot of Mount Tai. Mount Tai has an altitude of 1,545 meters, so when I walk in every corner of the campus, I always see something in front of my eyes. There is a undulating piece of still green. This kind of floating, this piece of still green is still clearly visible even when standing in the dormitory.

The days are passing by day by day, but my heart is still there. As the days passed, I gradually became sad, and my homesickness grew day by day. My fragile feelings were always eager to find a sustenance. Finally, I got used to feeling sad when facing the green field in front of me.

Ancient. Mount Tai always stands in front of me with a strong face, which seems to be in sharp contrast to my fragility. However, who calls Mount Tai so tall and majestic? This tallness has developed my habit of standing by the window, and then through that. A piece of green, imagine whether the dreamy harbor on the other side of the mountain is calm, and whether the two "suns" in the home are in good health.

The flowing green "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine." I still. "The semester is almost gone. Whenever I am rushing for exams, the urge to go home becomes more obvious.

Relive the scene when I left home that day, a kind of The warm feeling lingers in my heart again. I will never forget the moment when I left home before school started this year.

My mother sent me downstairs and waited for the No. 8 bus to the train station. There happened to be a row of green and long trees planted downstairs in my house.

Before the car came, my mother was always talking about something, so I had no intention of looking at the green trees around me. Tree. After a while, the car came. I pretended to be cool, picked up my luggage, jumped on the car, and then said to my mother with a smile: "Mom, you go back, I will call you when I get to Shandong." "

My mother still remembered her countless instructions at this moment, as if I was a person with a very poor memory. Finally, the car drove away. At this time, I thought that I would leave this lovely place again. About half a year ago, my heart started to feel sour, and I felt like something with a pH value less than 7 was flowing in my heart.

The green trees on the roadside passed by me one by one. Looking back at my mother who was still standing by the roadside, I suddenly longed to hear her nagging. Helpless, the green trees passing by me became faster and faster, and my mother's figure became more and more blurred. At that moment, Who knows, I once secretly prayed for the flowing green in my heart: Please, please slow down, please slow down, let me look at my mother a few more times.

In the end, the green is still not there. At my beck and call, galloping and galloping around me with impunity.

Despite this, I still miss the flowing green, which represents a wanderer’s reluctance to leave home before leaving for a long journey.

The love for home complex is most fully reflected and interpreted in the moment of green flowing. Eternal green "Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light."

The greenness of an inch of grass is given by the sun in the heart. The heart understands that that great kindness can never be repaid in a lifetime, but the heart will never forget green or the sun, so where green appears, gratitude appears, and where the sun misses.

The green color will not stop, but the thoughts will continue throughout my life, until the grass melts into the soil. "There is no need for a mulberry land to bury one's bones. There is no place in life without green hills."

A good man has his ambitions in all directions, and a good man is at home all over the world. Even if his bones are buried in a green hill in a foreign land, he will have no regrets. Because a good man will never forget that this lack of pickiness about green mountains in a foreign land comes from green. Green is his eternal concern in his heart. For green, he can give up everything, even the life that comes from green and belongs to green.

Green is yearning and homesickness. 7. Write an essay with the title "Green", about 500 words.

Green is the color of life; green is the color of environmental protection. With green, there is fresh air; with green, there is the refreshing fragrance of flowers; with green, there is healthy life; with green, there is a beautiful campus. We are the masters of the 21st century. We should truly establish a sense of responsibility for the times, be mindful of the world, focus on those around us, and base ourselves on the campus: "Don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil because they are small." Start with me, and start from the beginning. Start small things, start from now, start from caring for the campus environment; a piece of paper, we pick up; a drop of water, we save; a pile of garbage, we clean; a flower, we cherish; a grass, we care. We must use our own practical actions to protect the environment, cultivate our green awareness, and let green life inspire us to love life and love learning. For the sake of the "greenness" of the campus, let us take action and contribute our own efforts to cherish green, care for green and create green. Be the pioneers of the times and be environmental defenders. "The true test of our contribution to the environment is not words, but actions. "Although I am only doing some small things now, I firmly believe that if we all have a sense of responsibility to protect the environment, start from ourselves, start with small things, and work together to protect our homeland, we will naturally give mankind the due Some rewards. Take a nap on the grassland, the cradle of warmth; grow up under the sky, the kind smiling face; bathe in the river, the source of love. Once upon a time, people deforestation and deforestation destroyed the ecological balance of nature. Sand dunes have swallowed up thousands of hectares of farmland, floods have destroyed lovely homes, and nature's revenge has left humans embarrassed and speechless. Mei Shuixi once said that without nature, there would be no human beings. This is a simple truth in the world. Blindly plundering and conquering nature will only destroy the ecosystem, bring the blame on ourselves, and put mankind on the verge of trouble. This sentence is absolutely correct. If people don’t give face to nature, nature will certainly not leave people a way out. The 1998 flood and the sandstorm in 2000 are actually warnings sent by nature to humans. Give Me Green Mountains and Green Waters As every ordinary person in real life, although it is impossible for everyone to directly engage in environmental protection work, we can definitely start from small things, starting from me. When you see the faucet in the bathroom dripping, can you raise your hand and turn it off? When the batteries are used up, can they be sorted and stored instead of thrown away? Can you consciously avoid using ultra-thin plastic bags when shopping? ... Although every little thing is inconspicuous, it shows how much environmental awareness we have. As long as we start from ourselves, start from small things, and work together and persevere, we will definitely leave a clear water and blue sky for the society and ourselves. "I want to have a home, I want to have a home, I want to have a home...home! Where is it?" This is a cartoon broadcast in the "Public Welfare" column of Zengcheng TV Station. A homeless couple words spoken by the poor little bird. This sentence made me fall into deep thinking: protecting the environment is everyone’s responsibility! The environment is a precious asset given to us by nature, and we should cherish it.

Plants are nature's natural barriers; animals are human beings' friends; the ozone layer is the earth's protective umbrella; fresh water is our source of life. However, people always talk about environmental protection, but do not take protective actions. People should know: environmental protection is more important than reality! A tree can absorb a large amount of carbon dioxide and other harmful gases every day, and release the same amount of oxygen, which can be breathed by people in a factory for a day. Flowers and plants can absorb noise. If you plant a flower lawn, you can greatly reduce noise pollution. This shows how important plants are to humans. But some people don't know this yet. Whenever I see the lawn being trampled by those people, and the placards that care for flowers and plants are kicked down, my heart feels like a knife, and I feel extremely uncomfortable. If we lose the flowers, plants and trees, I can’t imagine what the world will look like! When I was in the third grade, I studied the text "A Small Village". It was about a beautiful small village. Because people cut down trees excessively, the land was damaged and floods washed away the village. What a terrible thing! Can this kind of thing be allowed to happen again in our city? Animals are friends of mankind and the wealth of society. We should cherish them. I learned from "Lingnan Youth Newspaper" and "Modern Primary School Student Newspaper": American cheetahs have disappeared from the world; mammoth elephants have long been killed in glaciers; saber-toothed tigers have long been extinct; European giant thunderbirds are close to extinction; whales are just hanging on. ; African elephants are driven to the edge of extinction. From now on, starting from me, eat less wild animals and stop predators from hunting animals. I remember that SARS spread in 2003 because people ate civet cats. SARS was caused by the mutation of the coronavirus. I learned from the Internet that the ozone layer is called the protective umbrella of the earth because it can block most of the ultraviolet rays. If there were no ozone layer, the earth would be scorched in an instant. Because of the extensive use of chemicals, a big hole has been exposed in the Antarctic sky. Fresh water is also very precious. According to TV news reports: 70% of the world's water is salt water, which is not drinkable. According to statistics: out of three people, one will be short of water, not to mention that no salt water conversion machine has been invented yet. The sound of water flowing must be that someone did not tighten the faucet. Saving water is just a talk. No one remembers that after those unconscious people wash their hands, they do not close the faucet and let the fresh water flow away in vain. All in all, protecting the environment should no longer be talked about in words, but should focus on practical actions. We must use our hands to protect our beautiful and fragile earth. I hope that those who have not taken action will bend down and pick up the paper on the ground to make our tomorrow more beautiful and tidy! What color is nature? green? red? yellow? Purple? ...No, nature is colorful. 8. Write an essay with my hometown as the title: Hometown, Sichuan Ya'an

An essay describing the scenery of my hometown: I love the autumn in my hometown

I love the autumn in my hometown - the first publication of the fifth grade

My hometown is Luoyang, and I love the autumn in my hometown.

The autumn in my hometown is like a magician, which can bring people into the world of dreams; it is also like a designer, who designs everything so beautifully; and like a painter, who makes beautiful things The scenery is integrated into this beautiful picture.

I love the autumn fields in my hometown. The corn is grinning, the rice is waist-shaped, the sorghum is red, and the cotton is white-haired. It is really a good harvest. A clear and clear river flows across the field. The sky is reflected in the clear river water, making it look blue; the white clouds floating leisurely are reflected in the river water, making it look even more snow-white; goshawks fly in the water, and fish are flying in the water. The sky is swimming; the chirping of insects and the chirping of birds form a golden autumn symphony. The distant mountains are hazy and faint, giving people a mysterious feeling. There are woods on both sides of the river, and sometimes a few curved willow leaves swirl down and float down. Small fish swim happily around the leaves floating on the water, just like seeing off the boat on a long voyage.

The orchard in my hometown is beautiful in autumn, with the red apples bending the branches, the shy face of a girl, the big yellow-orange pears, the pomegranates "wearing hats" and the full-faced pomegranates. The large persimmon trees and numerous fruits add bright colors to the orchard in autumn. There is a faint fruity fragrance floating in the autumn wind, which makes people feel so intoxicated that they forget to return home.

The grassland in autumn is also colorful. The grassland is green with yellow, and yellow with red. In the grass, crickets are visiting relatives, grasshoppers are singing, butterflies are dancing, and flowers are laughing. Climbing high and overlooking the distance gave me endless reveries, as if I had entered the world of fairy tales.

Although "Luoyang's peonies are the best in the world", I think Luoyang's chrysanthemums are also very interesting. The hydrangea-like chrysanthemums are as white as snow, as pink as clouds, as yellow as gold, and as red as rosy clouds. It is like a ball of beating flames. No matter how skilled a painter is, it is difficult to describe this poetic and picturesque beauty.

Autumn is the season of harvest, and autumn is the world of hardworking people. I hope that I will grow up quickly and add a rich color to this charming autumn.

Brief Comment When it comes to Luoyang, people always love to sing about its brilliant spring scenery decorated with gorgeous peonies, but the author praises its beautiful autumn scenery in an unconventional way. The article depicts fields with abundant grains, fruit-laden orchards, vibrant meadows and autumn chrysanthemums comparable to peonies in order of observation, expressing his incomparable love for his hometown and his desire to add luster to his hometown when he grows up. . The full text is focused, organized, sincere, and fluent in language. It is worth reading.

. No wonder people love spring. I think these compositions are so beautiful. Alas, it’s a pity that they were not written by me. These compositions are so beautiful. 9. Write an essay based on the green, red and antique colors of Ganzhou. Please give me an essay within 500 words as soon as possible.

My home is located in Ganzhou City, which is a picturesque small town. Outside the city, there are clear rivers, fresh air, rolling green mountains, beauty and tranquility; inside the city, there are straight roads, lively markets, delicious snacks, and prosperity and beauty. The scenery inside and outside the city forms a unique picture.

Outside the city of Ganzhou, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers fragrant. The rolling hills are lush and green, with thousands of trees and some unknown flowers and grasses. Looking from a distance, the green, dark or light, is beating brightly, like living elves, with an indescribable vitality. There are two rivers surrounding Ganzhou, one is Zhangjiang River and the other is Gongjiang River. They flow gurglingly and sing happily, decorating Ganzhou like a shining silver belt. After the rain, I came outside the city and took a deep breath. The fresh air mixed with the fragrance of earth hit my nostrils, which made me feel very happy. The mountains and waters of Ganzhou make Ganzhou more beautiful.

In the city of Ganzhou, there are bright lights and busy traffic. Straight roads extend in all directions and are spread on the ground like spider webs. The cars on the road add a bit of excitement to the road. There are also the endless cries of street vendors. Looking from a distance, the car lights and street lights are like stars scattered in the dark sky, shining brightly with the lights of thousands of houses. Ganzhou at night is like a fairyland on earth. The people and cars in Ganzhou make the city more lively.

Ganzhou is still an ancient cultural city! The main ones include the well-preserved ancient city walls of Ganzhou from the Song Dynasty, the majestic Bajing Terrace, the lonely Yugu Terrace, the complete and spectacular Confucian Temple, and the art treasure house Tongtian Rock, etc. Tongtianyan Scenic Area is located in the northwest suburb of Ganzhou City. It is a national key cultural relic protection unit and a national 4A-level scenic tourist area. It is a very typical Danxia landform scenic spot with deep rocks, towering trees, towering trees, and beautiful scenery. It is mainly composed of five caves: Guanxin Cave, Wanggui Cave, Longhu Cave, Tongtian Cave, and Cuiwei Cave. composition. (Wanjing Literature)

Ganzhou has also deeply attracted many poets. Yugu Terrace is one of the famous ancient buildings in Jiangxi. Tianluoling in the northwest corner of Ganzhou City. At that time, it was its beautiful scenery that attracted the famous poet Xin Qiji, who wrote the famous line "Bodhisattva Man: Clear River Water under the Yugu Terrace". The clear river water under the lonely platform made many passers-by shed tears. Looking at Chang'an from the northwest, there are countless mountains that cannot be covered by the green mountains. After all, it flows eastward. The river is sad at night, and partridges can be heard deep in the mountains. "The east-flowing water under Yugu Terrace is used to express the concern for the country and the people. It is located on Tianluoling in the northwest corner of the city. It is named because Yuran stands alone at the intersection of Zhangjiang and Gongjiang rivers. The ancients called it "the crown of the county" . . . The scenery of Yugutai is quite mysterious in Su Shi's writings: "The mist and clouds are misty on Yugutai, and the green floating clouds are half-open.

I want to see Zhifu and Guanhai City, and Jianggong is Penglai. "Ganzhou is not only famous for Yugu Terrace, but also Tongtian Rock, the ancient city wall, and the Eight Mirror Terrace.