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How to write a composition in Pingle ancient town
In the third year of Kaibao in the Northern Song Dynasty (AD 970), Huojing County set Pingluo for more than 200 years. After the Yuan Dynasty, it belonged to Zhili Prefecture of Qiongzhou. In the 29th year of the Republic of China (A.D. 1940), Pingluo Township was established, and this name was used after the founding of New China. 1950, towns and villages were separated, 1983, towns were built from villages, which was called Pingluo town. /kloc-0 changed its name to pingle town in March, 1993. In September, 2004, Qionglai implemented the division adjustment, cancelled the organizational system of Xiaba Township adjacent to Pingle, and merged the original administrative area of Xiaba Township.
Pingle is located in the southwest of Qionglai City and belongs to Chengdu, Sichuan Province. It is the largest town under the jurisdiction of Qionglai City, and is known as "one leveling, two leveling and three customs clearance". Pingle town covers an area of 70 square kilometers, of which the market town area is 1.28 square kilometers, and the ancient town area has a building area of 235,400 square meters in Ming and Qing dynasties, with a well-preserved degree of 85%.
Pingle ancient town has a long history, with people in Wending, green mountains and green waters and lush bamboo forests. Bai Mo, which originated from Xiaoyufeng in Tiantai Mountain, a provincial scenic tourist area, flows through the ancient town from west to north, with clear water, gulls and picturesque scenery all year round. There are towering old trees on both sides of the Bai Mo River, and many banyan trees with thousands of years look like clouds from a distance. The old banyan tree, the white foam river, the streets paved with hanging feet and the endless bamboo sea have cultivated the pastoral feelings of the ancient town people for thousands of years and cultivated the natural and fresh local culture of the ancient town.
The magic of Pingle is a tiny interpretation of China's rich and splendid historical civilization.
On the southern Silk Road, it seems that you can still hear the clear hoof sound and bronze * * * sound of horses carrying silk. On South Sichuan Road, it seems that Zhuge Liang led an army to the west and captured Meng Huo's hunting flag seven times. The mysterious and deep Li family courtyard seems to be telling the story of the tribute of "the first garden in the world"; Between the slates, it seems that Sima Wenjun's romantic love is still inherited; Jin Huashan, hidden in the sea of bamboo, seems to be telling the myth of "three religions in one"; The Lugou Valley with green mountains and green waters seems to show the wisdom of Cai Lun's descendants. ...
2. Visiting Pingle Ancient Town Composition In the morning, it was raining in Mao Mao, but it didn't diminish our interest in visiting Pingle Ancient Town.
After driving for more than an hour, we came to Pingle, an ancient town in western Sichuan. The drizzle seemed to cast a veil over the ancient town.
It is said that the ancient town has a history of two thousand years, and the green stone roads and wooden houses have brought us to ancient times. It is said that the Baimo River in Backstreet is the first stop of the "Southern Silk Road".
We searched for the footprints of the ancient town along the Baimo River that we had just visited. When I came to the "Qin-Han Post Road", my mother told me that the post road was an ancient road to deliver * * * documents, just like the highway now ... Looking at the clear horseshoe prints on the post road, I seemed to see the riders wearing official uniforms galloping on this narrow post road.
Crossing the bamboo bridge over the Bai Mo River, we came to Lugou Bamboo Sea again.
The bamboo here is very strange and different from other places-even the thinnest bamboo is as thick as an adult's arm. Later, I learned that it is called Nanzhu, which is a good raw material for paper making. In the Song Dynasty, it was a group of paper mills. Dense bamboo forests, winding mountain roads, the road seems to have disappeared before our eyes, only to hear someone talking and laughing ahead, which reminds me of Wang Wei's poem: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice.
.. I don't know when the rain stopped. Looking at the ancient town washed away by rain, it is so fresh: surrounded by green mountains and green water passing through the town, it is really refreshing.
3. Beautiful scenery of hometown 300 Writing a composition by metaphor Pingle Ancient Town Pingle Ancient Town Spring hometown is covered with colorful clothes. Look! The branches have slightly exposed some cyan, and a string of azaleas are colorful. There began to be chirping birds outside the window. It's birds singing the songs of spring! After a period of rain, everything in my hometown is brilliant and beautiful. Under the sunshine, the streams in my hometown are clearer, with blue waves and golden light. My hometown in spring is full of vitality.
In summer, my hometown is covered with lush summer clothes. In the morning, bees are busy collecting honey. In the afternoon, cicada singing in the trees. At night, crickets sing in the grass. There is a pond in my hometown. Lotus flowers are in full bloom and dragonflies are flying all over the sky. It's really "Xiao He only shows its sharp horns, and dragonflies stand on its head". The children in my hometown have a good time in the lotus pond: swimming, fishing, shrimp catching and picking.
In autumn, my hometown is covered with a golden red solemn evening dress. In the fields of my hometown, there are golden red fruits everywhere. The leaves on both sides of the street rustled. Autumn in my hometown is a mature season, a harvest season, a full season and a sowing season.
In winter, my hometown changed into a simple white robe. There is snow everywhere in the streets of my hometown, and there is ice on the telephone poles. It's snowing, falling like catkins and reeds. It's beautiful. The snow stopped, and there was a layer of snow everywhere on the roof, fence and wooden shed of the village. This is really a beautiful snow scene.
My hometown has different characteristics all year round. Although there are not many beautiful scenery in my hometown, in my eyes, the scenery in my hometown is always the most beautiful!
On the second day of the Spring Festival, our family came to Pingle Ancient Town to play.
Pingle Ancient Town is one of the "Top Ten Ancient Towns" in Sichuan Province. It has a long history, so as early as the first year of the Western Han Dynasty in BC 150, a market town was formed here and began to prosper. The Baimojiang River, which runs through the town, witnessed the history of Pingle for more than 2,000 years, making Pingle form a splendid culture under the nourishment of Baimojiang River. Coupled with its unique geographical location, Pingle has become "the first town of the ancient tea-horse road" and "in Pingle ancient town, there are quaint neighborhoods, simple folk customs in western Sichuan and many cultural relics and historic sites. Strolling through the ancient town, you can experience all kinds of customs of the ancient street. There are thousands of ancient trees, ancient bridges and residential buildings here, all of which are full of rich local characteristics of ancient towns.
A few things that Pingle must buy: red bean curd, ancient town sesame seed cake, Xiao Mu stool, hand-woven straw sandals, ebony products, papyrus map or papyrus products, jade cereal, wood carving products. But what I like best is porcelain fetal bamboo weaving.
Relying on the abundant bamboo resources in Lugou Bamboo Sea, Pingle Ancient Town chopped the tough, elastic, clean-skinned and slender bamboo into pieces as thin as silk and yarn, and dyed them with gorgeous colors. Taking white jade porcelain as the tire, all kinds of delicate, beautiful and light bamboo sleeves are woven outside, just like ice muscles. Today we had an unforgettable day, and it was not until the sun set that we reluctantly left the beautiful Pingle ancient town.
On the second day of the Spring Festival, our family came to Pingle Ancient Town to play.
Pingle Ancient Town is one of the "Top Ten Ancient Towns" in Sichuan Province. It has a long history, so as early as the first year of the Western Han Dynasty in BC 150, a market town was formed here and began to prosper. The Baimojiang River, which runs through the town, witnessed the history of Pingle for more than 2,000 years, making Pingle form a splendid culture under the nourishment of Baimojiang River. Coupled with its unique geographical location, Pingle has become the "first town of the ancient tea-horse road" and "
In Pingle Ancient Town, there are quaint neighborhoods, simple folk customs in western Sichuan, and numerous cultural relics and historic sites. Strolling through the ancient town, you can experience all kinds of customs of the ancient street. There are thousands of ancient trees, ancient bridges and residential buildings here, all of which are full of rich local characteristics of ancient towns.
A few things that Pingle must buy: red bean curd, ancient town sesame seed cake, Xiao Mu stool, hand-woven straw sandals, ebony products, papyrus map or papyrus products, jade cereal, wood carving products. But what I like best is porcelain fetal bamboo weaving.
Relying on the abundant bamboo resources in Lugou Bamboo Sea, Pingle Ancient Town chopped the tough, elastic, clean-skinned and slender bamboo into pieces as thin as silk and yarn, and dyed them with gorgeous colors. Taking white jade porcelain as the tire, all kinds of delicate, beautiful and light bamboo sleeves are woven outside, just like ice muscles.
Today we had an unforgettable day, and it was not until the sun set that we reluctantly left the beautiful Pingle ancient town.
6. My trip to the new capital Pingle ancient town, 800 words. I'm here, wrapped in noise. I don't think of you, but the out-of-print Zhouzhuang-attractive and charming, and the sunrise of the Ming Dynasty is pure, beautiful and classical.
What about you? Pingle ancient town, you have been more than 2000 years, do you still have charming charm? Are the green bamboo and lush shade on both sides of the road your long sleeves? It can make people brush away the noise and impetuousness of the city, return to tranquility and serenity, truly achieve the unity of body and mind, and find the true self.
Isn't that a waterwheel, a wheel and a windmill? These things that have gone away are silent in the autumn sun and precipitate in time. These fragments integrated into the memory of the ancient town have exposed the dust of the years and the ripples of life, and there seems to be an ancient rhyme in our ears, which is stirring our obsessed nerves.
This trickle through the town is more than one meter wide, and the water flows in the quiet. Are they your charming eyes? We know from the tourist map that this trickle is called Baimojiang. It is the local people who divide the Baimo River through the town into "Neijiang" and "Waijiang" with the flying sand weir, forming a unique pattern that one river divides into three waters.
We admire your wisdom. Looking at the white foam river passing through the town, I can't help thinking of Lijiang, Yunnan.
There is also a stream in Lijiang city, like the soft silver belt of the whole city, fluttering with the graceful dance. There are all kinds of fish in the Lijiang River, as described by Liu Zongyuan in The Story of Little Stone Pond, "All of them are swimming in the air, with the sun shining through, the shadow on the rocks, but not moving, far away, as if enjoying themselves with tourists."
Although you didn't see any fish in the water, your tube car, which was slowly rotated by the momentum of the stream, turned out people's ancient feelings. We seem to see the depths of endless years, "only the creak of his paddle is left, in the green mountains and green waters." Your water mill, which can't be impulsive by a stream, is like a still life sketch, attracting the attention of passing tourists.
However, in our eyes, it is more like an old man. When he calmly recalls the past years and remembers the past, he can't help feeling a lot. Some tourists pushed the water mill out of curiosity, but it was very difficult, as if he was not pushing the water mill, but the vicissitudes of the past.
The houses in your whole street are made of wood, not a brick or tile. There are many houses built now, but the antiques are more realistic, flowing with antiques and full of ancient flavor. Being in it, we seem to follow you through time and space, dating back to distant ancient times.
Appreciating the patterns you carved, we are like sucking a cup of Millennium wine. The taste is really understandable and unspeakable. I think, to appreciate you is actually to remember a culture and appreciate your ethereal figure coming from the dust of the years.
Your bridge name is also quite unique-"Leshan Bridge". It means "charity".
Built in the first year of Tongzhi in Qing Dynasty, it was funded by Xiang, Zhang Dabin and others. It took ten years from quarrying to completion.
The bridge has 7 holes, with a length of 120m, a height of 16.6m and a width of 10m. It is the largest existing ancient stone arch bridge in Sichuan Province. Unlike other stone arch bridges, your stone arch bridge is a relatively standard arc, lying like a rainbow in the waves.
Yours is peach-shaped, very sweet, but also very unique, just like today's young people, stressing personality. Standing on the bridge, stroking your old stone fence and overlooking your wide river, however, I think the river is very shallow, because we can clearly see the stones in your water, and it seems that we can swim by rolling up our trouser legs.
Of course, I know this is the illusion you gave us, because your river is too clear and transparent. There are many cruise tourists on the river. It can be seen that the tourists on board are not boating, but enjoying the gentleness of your water town. Their faces are engraved with sweet smiles.
7. My trip to the new capital Pingle ancient town, here I am, wrapped in noise. What comes to mind is not you, but Zhouzhuang, the out-of-print charm, the sunrise of the Ming Dynasty, pure and beautiful, classical. What about you? Pingle ancient town, you have been more than 2000 years, do you still have charming charm?
Are the green bamboo and lush shade on both sides of the road your long sleeves? It can make people brush away the noise and impetuousness of the city, return to tranquility and serenity, truly achieve the unity of body and mind, and find the true self.
Isn't that a waterwheel, a wheel and a windmill? These things that have gone away are silent in the autumn sun and precipitate in time. These fragments, which are integrated into the memory of the ancient town, are exposed to the dust of the years and the ripples of life, and there seems to be an ancient rhyme in our ears, which is stirring our obsessed nerves.
This trickle through the town is more than one meter wide, and the water flows in the quiet. Are they your charming eyes? We know from the tourist map that this trickle is called Baimojiang. It is the local people who divide the Baimo River through the town into "Neijiang" and "Waijiang" with a flying sand weir, forming a unique pattern of one river divided into three waters. We admire your wisdom.
Looking at the white foam river passing through the town, I can't help thinking of Lijiang, Yunnan. There is also a stream in Lijiang city, like the soft silver belt of the whole city, fluttering with the graceful dance. There are all kinds of fish in the Lijiang River, as described by Liu Zongyuan in The Story of Little Stone Pond, "All of them are swimming in the air, with the sun shining through, the shadow on the rocks, but not moving, far away, as if enjoying themselves with tourists." Although you didn't see any fish in the water, your tube car, which was slowly rotated by the momentum of the stream, turned out people's ancient feelings. We seem to see the depths of endless years, "only the creak of his paddle is left, in the green mountains and green waters." Your water mill, which can't be impulsive by a stream, is like a still life sketch, attracting the attention of passing tourists. However, in our eyes, it is more like an old man. When he calmly recalls the past years and remembers the past, he can't help feeling a lot. Some tourists pushed the water mill out of curiosity, but it was very difficult, as if he was not pushing the water mill, but the vicissitudes of the past.
The houses in your whole street are made of wood, not a brick or tile. There are many houses built now, but the antiques are more realistic, flowing with antiques and full of ancient flavor. Being in it, we seem to follow you through time and space, dating back to distant ancient times. Appreciating the patterns you carved, we are like sucking a cup of Millennium wine. The taste is really understandable and unspeakable. I think, the appreciation of you is actually a kind of cultural memory, and at the same time, it is also an appreciation of your mysterious figure coming from the dust of the years.
Your bridge name is also quite unique-"Leshan Bridge". It means "charity". Built in the first year of Tongzhi in Qing Dynasty, it was funded by Xiang, Zhang Dabin and others. It took ten years from quarrying to completion. The bridge has 7 holes, with a length of 120m, a height of 16.6m and a width of 10m. It is the largest existing ancient stone arch bridge in Sichuan Province.
Unlike other stone arch bridges, your stone arch bridge is a relatively standard arc, lying like a rainbow in the waves. Yours is peach-shaped, very sweet, but also very unique, just like today's young people, stressing personality. Standing on the bridge, stroking your old stone fence and overlooking your wide river, however, I think the river is very shallow, because we can clearly see the stones in your water, and it seems that we can swim by rolling up our trouser legs. Of course, I know this is the illusion you gave us, because your river is too clear and transparent. There are many cruise tourists on the river. It can be seen that the tourists on board are not boating, but enjoying the gentleness of your water town. Their faces are engraved with sweet smiles.
8.20 16 600 words of Pingle ancient prose are badly needed. Today is the third day of the holiday, and we are going to visit Pingle ancient town with our younger brother and family. On the way, my mother bought some yellow orchids and hung them by the window, emitting a delicate fragrance. Huang Huai is planted beside the expressway, and I feel very happy when I see these flowers blooming brilliantly.
Pingle ancient town is very lively, with slogans and road signs standing everywhere. It seems very attractive, because adults can drink tea and play mahjong by the scenic river, while we children are busy looking for novel toys.
Walking on the old bridge in the ancient town, looking around, the foaming river is covered with a layer of mist, several cruise ships woven with bamboo rafts are rippling on the water, willows are hanging on the shore, and several ducks are swimming happily in the water. My brother and I jumped off the bridge and saw a "water walking ball" in the distance under the bridge. When the adults were playing mahjong, I came over with my brother and two mothers. I was very comfortable in the ball just now, but I don't know if it is because of the ball itself or technical problems. We can't keep standing, so let's lie down. Lying in the ball is cool, making you feel like you are floating in the air. After a while, it became hot inside, just like in a steamer. At this time, we should come out. As soon as we go outside, we feel out of the tropical desert.
Go shopping in the ancient town with my brother and aunt in the afternoon. My brother and I each bought a crab, mine is a female (because I think a female crab can have children), and my brother bought a male crab. We came to the place where adults played mahjong, and two crabs were placed on the table to watch them play, but they were so respectful that my brother and I had to put them together. At this time, the male crab's big pliers are holding the female crab's small pliers. Somehow, when the female crab put them away, her pliers broke. Suddenly, my brother and I couldn't help laughing and forgot the pain of the mother crab with a broken hand. The injured mother crab huddled in the corner, motionless. When we left, my mother asked us to let them go, and my brother and I threw them into the quietly flowing foam river. The white foam river is not big, and the water flows smoothly to a sleeping child.
After dinner in the evening, we left Pingle ancient town. The scenery here is like an ink painting, so beautiful that I really can't bear to leave.
9.20 16 600 words of Pingle ancient prose are badly needed. Today is the third day of the holiday, and we are going to visit Pingle ancient town with our younger brother and family.
On the way, my mother bought some yellow orchids and hung them by the window, emitting a delicate fragrance. Huang Huai is planted beside the expressway, and I feel very happy when I see these flowers blooming brilliantly.
Pingle ancient town is very lively, with slogans and road signs standing everywhere. It seems very attractive, because adults can drink tea and play mahjong by the scenic river, while we children are busy looking for novel toys. Walking on the old bridge in the ancient town, looking around, the foaming river is covered with a layer of mist, several cruise ships woven with bamboo rafts are rippling on the water, willows are hanging on the shore, and several ducks are swimming happily in the water.
My brother and I jumped off the bridge and saw a "water walking ball" in the distance under the bridge. When the adults were playing mahjong, I came over with my brother and two mothers.
I was very comfortable in the ball just now, but I don't know if it is because of the ball itself or technical problems. We can't keep standing, so let's lie down. Lying in the ball is cool, making you feel like you are floating in the air. After a while, it became hot inside, just like in a steamer. At this time, we should come out. As soon as we go outside, we feel out of the tropical desert.
Go shopping in the ancient town with my brother and aunt in the afternoon. My brother and I each bought a crab, mine is a female (because I think a female crab can have children), and my brother bought a male crab.
We came to the place where adults played mahjong, and two crabs were placed on the table to watch them play, but they were so respectful that my brother and I had to put them together. At this time, the male crab's big pliers are holding the female crab's small pliers. Somehow, when the female crab put them away, her pliers broke. Suddenly, my brother and I couldn't help laughing and forgot the pain of the mother crab with a broken hand. The injured mother crab huddled in the corner, motionless.
When we left, my mother asked us to let them go, and my brother and I threw them into the quietly flowing foam river. The white foam river is not big, and the water flows smoothly to a sleeping child.
After dinner in the evening, we left Pingle ancient town. The scenery here is like an ink painting, so beautiful that I really can't bear to leave.
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