Descriptive Composition of Youcheng Gu Xiang

1. The memory component left in the ancient fragrance is how deep the ancient fragrance is, and how deep the ancient rhyme is.

Who is it, holding a purplish oiled paper umbrella, walking through the sentimental rain lane to the depths of the smoke, leaving only cloves floating in the rain and fog; Who is it, standing under the old eaves, leaning against the wooden door, staring at the depths of ancient incense, waiting for the beloved, waiting for the flowers to wither, waiting for people to be thinner than yellow flowers, looking at autumn water, sitting alone, and finally not returning to people; Who is it, wandering along the long alley for a long time, trying to find some vague stories and time ... I don't know why I have such an unfathomable nostalgia complex and why I like those antiques so much? Ancient costumes, classical costumes, old buildings, old towns, old villages, old houses with white walls and black tiles, ancient city walls with black and white, Buddhist temples with upturned cornices, carved wooden windows with moss growing, stone arch bridges standing tall in the wind, frost, rain and snow, deep courtyards with hidden doors and, most importantly, long Gu Xiang. Every time I walk into a long alley and walk on a flat and quiet stone road, I always feel deja vu. I always feel that I have been here and lived, and I always feel that I have lost something valuable in the alley. This kind of Gu Xiang once had thousands of dreams, and some were real and unreal, confusing, and even after waking up, he was still immersed in such an illusory maze for a long time.

I think those deep and narrow Gu Xiang must have left my old dreams and engraved the extraordinary stories of my past lives. Old dreams are unforgettable, and the past is vague. So every time I get close to them in my life, the softness in my heart will rush in, and the familiarity of meeting an old friend will haunt my whole body and mind. I don't know if countless encounters in my dream are a kind of first encounter or a kind of reunion.

Perhaps, in my previous life, the Republic of China was really stormy. In an ancient town, there was a beautiful woman and a beloved man in a deep courtyard. Those alleys left us clinging to each other, and those mossy green bluestone roads printed our love words. Maybe one day, I accidentally left my promise in an alley and never found it again, so that I always wanted to go through this life. Where there are historical vicissitudes, there will be ancient towns, where there are ancient towns, there will be old crow trees, where there are old crow trees, there will be floating people, and where there are floating people, there will be one ancient alley after another.

If small bridges and flowing water are the soul of the ancient city, then those deep and quiet Gu Xiang are her darling. It is these long windy and smoky alleys that give life to the ancient city, so that the massiness and vicissitudes of history can be carried forward and passed down from generation to generation. I have seen so many landscapes, crossed so many rivers and bridges, and I will never forget the impression of the ancient city I have been to with my heart. I will linger on the ancient Gu Xiang road that I measured with my feet.

Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the past life can only be exchanged for passing by once in this life. In fact, it is true whether it is related to people or things. In the endless wilderness and short life journey, there are really not many scenery that enter your eyes, and even less scenery that goes deep into your bone marrow. Having a scenery, becoming the most stirring and soft heart in your life, is the most beautiful fate and the best gift from God.

Old Town of Lijiang, a stunning place, has never had an affair as a surprise, but it is engraved with endless love in the bottom of my heart. Every alley there tells a touching story, deep or shallow. Those ancient tea-horse roads continue to write the immortal legend of Naxi celebrities. In this life, if there is another chance, I will once again set foot on the old road to find those stories left behind. Wuzhen, a dreamlike water town, had a slow and short stay five years ago. In the dark green days caressed by the spring breeze, in the drizzling dusk of apricot blossoms, it walked through the colorful alleys, the sentimental bridge head and the past like water passing by.

Now when I suddenly look back, I find how many hurried days have been mottled in the lush years, leaving only traces as thin as fireworks, but taking away the memories of my life. Those misty boats, pavilions on waterside pavilions, swaying awnings, soft words of Wu Nong and misty old alleys have come to my dreams countless times today.

In addition, Huizhou, painted in blue ink and wash, approached Huizhou culture last year 10, and personally visited those Gu Xiang. There is always deja vu between trance and trance. Only in the profound artistic conception of Huizhou phonology can we know that there is a softness called hometown, a time called vicissitudes and an elegance called ancient rhyme. Once, I wandered in the Gu Xiang on the big beach, dreaming of the old Shanghai, looking for the charming figures of women with the amorous feelings of the Republic of China hidden in the depths of time. Their eyes are flowing, and their smiles are wonderful, enchanting on the notes of time for a long time.

Also, the ancient square streets in Beijing are all printed with my light and shallow footsteps. My soft words from the bottom of my heart are floating in the quadrangle, and I am deeply touched by the ethereal past in the south of the city. I like to look for strange places with ancient flavor wherever I go. I don't ask how heavy history is, nor how many vicissitudes there are. I just want to use an idle mood to recall an indescribable sense of ancient charm and provoke nostalgia that has sneaked into my bones ... On such a day with high clouds and light winds, the sun is shining, the breeze is around my shoulders, there is no misty rain, and there are no lilacs. Take a leisurely long skirt, weave two children with braided hair, hang down your chest at will, walk for a long time in the alleys paved with bluestone, indulge in the old times, look for the looming old times, and don't need to hold up an oil-paper umbrella, because this dress is enough to let yourself cross into the customs of the Republic of China.

Occasionally passers-by cast a knowing glance, I know that I have become a different kind of scenery in their eyes, and I have a different style.

2. Zhu Xiang's 400-word composition How to write Changting's way is Zhu Ji. Make people gather in the village and ride on the shoulder road. "This is a true portrayal of Gu Xiang, the pearl of Nanxiong, by Huang Gongfu in Ming Dynasty. Walking on the cobblestone ground in Gu Xiang, it feels like going back to ancient times.

When you enter Gu Xiang, you are greeted by rows of neat ancestral temples in your ancient hometown. These ancestral halls were all newly built later, and the appearance of each ancestral hall was so magnificent. Every pillar and brick in the ancestral hall is filled with a timeless atmosphere, which reminds people of the past.

We went door to door looking for the ancestral hall of our own surname and finally found the "Liang ancestral hall". When we went in, it was extremely simple, only an altar and a portrait of our ancestors, which puzzled us. Later, we burned incense and set off firecrackers to pray for peace and health.

Then, we walked into Gu Xiang, Zhuji, which has experienced thousands of years. This is an ancient post road with a total length of 1500 meters and a width of more than 4 meters. It is paved with pebbles and extends from north to south. Moreover, the only avenue leading to Lingnan from the Central Plains and Jiangnan is called "the first lane of Lingnan". Yang Tinggui, a senior, described Zhuji Lane as "walking like ants, crowded more than watching a play" in the Diary of Returning to the South. There are yellow brick houses on both sides of the alley, and some are former ancestral halls. I don't know this is an ancestral temple with a surname unless I look carefully! Then go south and you will find a yard. This is the "Chen Ancestral Hall". This building is very elegant, as if it were the building of a wealthy family in ancient times. Further on, there is a courtyard, which is "Hejia Ancestral Hall", comparable to "Chenjia Ancestral Hall".

When I went downstairs to the door of Gu Xiang in Zhuji and saw the inscription "Zhuji Gu Xiang, my hometown", I couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in my heart ... With the end, this is the end. We found that this magnificent ancestral hall is the newly-built "Liang ancestral hall". So beautiful and graceful, it makes people sigh!

After visiting Zhuji Gu Xiang, I can't help sighing: Zhuji Gu Xiang is my hometown!

3. Ancient Town Gu Xiang Composition Folk Custom 560 words This is the corner on the edge of the city, where the sense of touch of the city cannot be extended. It was moldy before, old and shiny, and it was already full of wrinkles.

Ancient coffins, carved on mottled bluestone slabs, have a long history of hundreds of years. It sounds like a twilight bell, just like a legend on Penglai Island, covered with classic colors and covered with historical dust. It seems to be elongated by ancient times, ethereal, and the fleeting time turns here and becomes a long-lost song. That is Gu Xiang's heavy memory. It is like a lake with hundreds of years of clear water, smiling silently.

There are many homesickness in Zhanjiang, all of which are located in urban areas. In the morning, the dew of wheat straw is ushered in, which condenses in the gap of ancient fragrance. People wake up in the enduring "Huansha". Sleeping Gu Xiang began to wake up from a dream, and people came and went in the morning. Gu Xiang wears people's coats and hums ancient songs, and occasionally gets choked by kitchen smoke. The first floor at the foot of the green slate is bright, standing in the ancient rubble, weaving a quiet movement. Gu Xiang began to live. People are looking for a harmonious friendship and form a smoke alliance. The children are playing on the narrow old road. Good spirits fly around clear springs and wells. Gu Xiang is full of energy. The old man, who is close to ancient times, leaned against the ivy chair and under the shade of the tree, with his eyes closed and trembling slowly. Those vicissitudes that fell on his brow quietly merged with Gu Xiang. Those stories were blown away by the wind in a corner of Guxiang, leaving no trace.

Walking quietly on the bluestone board, listening to the voice of thoughts, Yao songs from ancient pursuits will make the mind quiet. Traveling in the heavily fermented air and drifting away along the ancient incense, we will find those mellow pictures appear in front of us. When we stare at them, it seems to be telling a new kind of sadness. When we gradually merge with the ancient incense, it is like flowing back to the most primitive state along the river of time. When the afterglow of dusk disappears, people walk in Hua Hui's own home. In front of the wooden door are women who are waiting to give birth, men who are off work, children who are playing and birds who are going home. The ancient incense overflows with warm colors, showing the situation that "the sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * and the sky is one color".

Gu Xiang ended the day in the gradually overflowing vastness, with morning dew and dusk silence. Tang Yin's flowing lines slipped off the bluestone and became today's peace. It is a beautiful and gloomy place, just like an ancient heart placed in the noise of a big city, another paradise isolated from the dust bar, which plays its colors silently and leisurely.

It has never changed for hundreds of years and turned into a fantasy of boating on the Maple Bridge. He is like an old man far away from heaven and earth, smiling and watching people grow up, get old and live endlessly. Then he quietly put on the coat of historical quality, put on the singer of cheongsam, sat on the sharp road of Qinhuai River and swung away. Gu Xiang also walked farther and farther on crutches.

4. How to write a 400-word composition by Zhu Xiang? Hello, the way to Changting is Zhu Ji. Today, the wind is far away.

Make people gather in the village and ride on the shoulder road. "This is a true portrayal of Gu Xiang, the pearl of Nanxiong, by Huang Gongfu in Ming Dynasty.

Walking on the cobblestone ground in Gu Xiang, it feels like going back to ancient times. When you enter Gu Xiang, you are greeted by rows of neat ancestral temples in your ancient hometown.

These ancestral halls were all newly built later, and the appearance of each ancestral hall was so magnificent. Every pillar and brick in the ancestral hall is filled with a timeless atmosphere, which reminds people of the past. We went door to door looking for the ancestral hall of our own surname and finally found the "Liang ancestral hall". When we went in, it was extremely simple, only an altar and a portrait of our ancestors, which puzzled us.

Later, we burned incense and set off firecrackers to pray for peace and health. Then, we walked into Gu Xiang, Zhuji, which has experienced thousands of years. This is an ancient post road with a total length of 1500 meters and a width of more than 4 meters. It is paved with pebbles and extends from north to south.

Moreover, the only avenue leading to Lingnan from the Central Plains and Jiangnan is called "the first lane of Lingnan". Yang Tinggui, a senior, described Zhuji Lane as "walking like ants, crowded more than watching a play" in the Diary of Returning to the South.

There are yellow brick houses on both sides of the alley, and some are former ancestral halls. I don't know this is an ancestral temple with a surname unless I look carefully! Then go south and you will find a yard. This is the "Chen Ancestral Hall". This building is very elegant, as if it were the building of a wealthy family in ancient times. Further on, there is a courtyard, which is "Hejia Ancestral Hall", comparable to "Chenjia Ancestral Hall".

When I went downstairs to the door of Gu Xiang in Zhuji and saw the inscription "Zhuji Gu Xiang, my hometown", I couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in my heart ... With the end, this is the end. We found that this magnificent ancestral hall is the newly-built "Liang ancestral hall".

So beautiful and graceful, it makes people sigh! If you are satisfied, please accept it.

5. The composition of the old house in the depths of Gu Xiang Quanzhou, as one of the ancient cultural cities, should be a place full of sandalwood charm, and Erythrina blossoms all over the city; There are alleys of different sizes and unique charm everywhere ... but back to reality, why do I see all gray buildings? Why is the air filled with the "fragrance" of reinforced concrete? Just to pass by, I was suddenly awakened by the charm of the ancient temple.

Gu Xiang and Quanzhou were separated for a short time. Suddenly, I saw an old house deep in the alley leading to the stone road. Maybe it's just that it's slowly forgotten here. Although it's broken and experienced numerous storms, it's left intact. Dare not push open its slightly decaying door, for fear that it will not stand up.

I gently blew the dust on the windowsill and glass, for fear that it would break with a hand brush. After all, I will be old in a few years ... looking through the window, there is only a small oil lamp hanging on it, and I can't see anything on the ground. There may be no life in the inner room except spider silk.

Looking out, I wonder if there are any strange carvings on the hollowed-out outer wall. Thick silk screens are stuck on the corner of the roof, which seems to silently tell the hardships they have come all the way ... no old people are shaking their fans in front, and no children are running around inside. Melodious guzheng and erhu sound disappeared at the door; I can't hear the southern sound that haunts the eaves every night. Instead, there are only large areas of dust flying, car horns and heavy metal music coming from nowhere.

I don't know if it's the stones lined up at the door and the marks on the door frame. Really, it's hard to imagine how lonely this old house is ... I want to stay in the old house with the stone road ... Quanzhou is still an ancient cultural city, or a marked Erythrina flower; Kaiyuan Temple and East West Tower are still there; East Lake and West Lake are still so beautiful; You can still see some small solitary traces everywhere ... but why do I feel that these seemingly unchanging cultures are being swallowed up by gray bit by bit? Thinking again, are you okay with the old house deep in Gu Xiang? .

6. The faint fragrance of the valley makes you write a composition. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, the lotus is still there, and the breeze gently blows the white dress. What kind of person is that? You're wearing a warm coat and you're in Gu Xiang. You are speechless at dawn, with a faint shadow and fragrance. The quiet night wind is knocking at the vermilion gate at the end of the stone path, and you are lonely.

Sitting in a ray of green light, the moon, missing, with a sigh. Dawn, rain.

The rain and dew of the old year are like clear tears, with a little lonely bitterness in the faint sweetness. The bamboo shadow shakes the window and smells fragrant, and the green silk is used as medicine and simmered with heart. Who can close the window with tears in her eyes, and how can the late rain accommodate your expectation of a beautiful ideal of love?

The rain is still falling, wearing a white dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella, which pervades Gu Xiang. Like a holy clove, sad and sad.

Keep your eyebrows down and walk. Your word "worry" has endless meanings and endless beauty.

Such as the wind across the misty lake, such as the misty autumn colors at dusk, such as the haggard dusk in front of the window that drains the rain, such as the drunken plum blossoms inserted in the snow every year. Empty, a pair of affectionate eyes full of expectation.

Sitting alone at dusk, waiting for the geese to fly, let the sunset drown out hope. The flute sounds like rain, and your eyes are wet without hesitation.

The rain is still falling, and the cold raindrops penetrate into your heart. For the first time, your tears wet the gentle notes on the strings, slightly sad. That delicate tune is always condensed on the string; The quiet and profound poems in that chapter will always inspire tears in silk books; Prayers under the rain are always hidden in the darkness of fate, hoping that everything will be fine ... You walk away quietly, and when you walk to the broken wall and walk through this rainy alley, you will find that the sun is shining.

7. Write a travel note about the ancient city of Fengcheng, and feel it personally. Write its special 200-word mountain. It's a bit boring after reading it for too long. It was another five-hour drive, and in the evening we came to another world-the ancient city of Phoenix.

The ancient city of Fenghuang is named after a mountain in the southwest, which looks like a phoenix flying with its wings spread. Gu Xiang, the city walls, the city gates, the roads paved by Shi Qing, the famous wooden boats and bamboo rafts on the Tuojiang River, and the green water surface are all gently telling the beautiful story of this ancient town. No one knows that Bai Fenghuang is mostly because of a beautiful name, a person, a book and a series of stories. A person, of course, refers to the great writer Shen Congwen. This literary master described his dreamy hometown as picturesque, dreamy and stirring, and also pushed this quiet and profound border town Phoenix to the world. We shuttled through the streets of Phoenix at will, and the fragrance of ginger sugar and sesame seeds floated in the whole city, which made people involuntarily think of the past years of this ancient city and felt the unique charm of this ancient city more and more strongly. No wonder Huang Yongyu, the so-called "unruly" master of Phoenix painting and calligraphy, traveled all over the world, but stubbornly wrote his deep homesickness with an ingenious "Cuilou".

Generally speaking, this is a quiet town. Although the ancient city of Fenghuang is brightly lit at night, there are stalls on both sides of the alley, but there is no noisy hawking. Local vendors sit quietly on the roadside, silently taking care of their own booths. It was not until someone came to explore the price to buy the goods that they talked about the price with a smile. They look calm, calm and humble, as simple and pure as the ancient city of Fenghuang where they live, which makes people feel very comfortable. All kinds of goods are not expensive, and vendors are generous. There are special snacks, Miao ornaments, hand-woven garlands and many fresh fruits everywhere. Phoenix is rich in kiwifruit, a kind of "noble fruit" that costs 2 yuan in Guangzhou, and only 2 yuan a catty here. Mother couldn't resist the temptation to buy a big bag. Different from many tourist cities, the residents of Phoenix are mostly Miao or Tujia, and the folk customs are very simple. The kindness of the people in the ancient city left a good impression on me.

People came and went around, and we walked into the big square, and a magnificent phoenix stood in the center, shining. Its mouth is open, as if singing proudly and majestically, guarding this lovely town. Starting from Hongqiao and stepping into the famous bar street, the music is deafening, the narrow Gu Xiang is brightly lit, the lights on both sides are like day, and the reflection in the river is the narrowest, just like heaven and earth. After a while, it began to rain, and the washed town was more delicious. My mother and I didn't bring an umbrella, so we had to run with the bull in the rain. When we got back to the hotel, we were soaked to the skin.

This is a short and hasty trip to Xiangxi. I believe that one day, I will return to this beautiful myth again and relive its beauty.

8. Nanjun Lane Composition 500 words (fast) There are many lanes in Quanzhou, an ancient city. Gu Xiang, criss-crossing, is the latitude and longitude of Quanzhou, woven into a magnificent picture of the customs of a famous historical and cultural city.

Nanjun Lane is a famous Gu Xiang in Quanzhou. It is located in the center of the city, from East Street to the end of Daxi Street, not long. Nanjun is my ancestral home, my root.

Chengtian Temple, one of the three major Buddhist forests in South China, is near my hometown, and the sounds of Tianzhu Sanskrit and morning bells and drums are faintly audible. When I was a child, I used to go there to hide and seek. "Textual research" shows that the flying tower did fly from the wandering monks, and the flies flew to the stone tablet of "flies don't fly to heaven", but they did lie face down and were not afraid to harass the solemn Buddha. Gu Xiang is flat and straight, and the road is easy to walk. There are many alleys on both sides of Gu Xiang, leading to all directions. Xinfukou, Furen Lane, Zhen Fu Lane, Chengtian Lane, Guitan Lane ... Listen to these names, which can bring you to a confusing, magical and beautiful situation and stimulate your whimsy. For example, Chengtian Lane is said to have a hill behind Chengtian Temple. A granite stone on the mountain looks like Ying Ge. This mountain is named after the stone and is called Ying Ge Mountain. In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhou Dexing and Xiahou Qiang wanted to break the Ying Ge Cave of Chengtian Temple and secretly build Chengtian Lane, such as an arrow pointing at the first mountain gate of Chengtian Temple-Ying Ge tail ... Let's put it this way, regardless of the relationship between the rise and fall of the ancient temple and this "arrow", Zhou built this famous lane, which is a beautiful example! There are many palaces, temples and pavilions in Gu Xiang, Nanjun County, and there are three places around the old house. In the adjacent houses, there are modern and modern old-style first houses hidden under banyan trees and longan trees, which are called "big mistakes". I am a frequent visitor to a magnificent "big building" in the alley. I am always amazed at its broad granite ridge, exquisite carved beams and buildings, and the high spirit of dovetail roof! The artistic conception of ancient incense is profound and profound, and the cultural atmosphere is as strong as wine.

As early as the Song Dynasty, Nanjun Lane was famous for its family of "one son, three generations and five sons". Cui Gong, the head of that family, and his son, are constant attendants. Their grandchildren are both high school Jinshi, and people in the county appreciate them very much, calling them "Nan Shuai" and setting up the Nanjun archway. Gu Xiang's outstanding people are not casually accounted for. I'm afraid hundreds of family members live in our old house and go out there. I can say without boasting that there are all kinds of talents among them. Ancient villagers are active in science and technology, education, medicine, religion, literature and other fields. Walking in the alley, you can meet several experts at any time. Chengtian Temple has a "historical and cultural center", just like a tall and straight strange tree with many fruits ... Is this scene influenced by Gu Xiang's gas field? Really proud, my thoughts are rolling!

A few years ago, due to the need of old city reconstruction, Nan Jun Lane was reconstructed. Nanjun Lane has now been expanded into a brand-new commercial street. The dilapidated house disappeared, and the owner went upstairs-in the ornate shops, the "villagers" in Gu Xiang started a new life. Whenever they overlook this busy and colorful cement avenue from the aluminum alloy window facing the street, there will be waves in their hearts! On both sides of Xinxiang Avenue, traditional residential buildings were replaced by antique buildings. The swallow-tailed roof on the roof is still high above, and the spirit-flocks of swallows flying in the air-Gu Xiang is more energetic. ...