1. Essay about play in classical Chinese
Drifting on the West Lake, looking into the distance, the mist that has not receded in the early morning is looming under the sunlight, and the mountains are surrounded by mist. The fog is like a naughty child, lingering up the mountainside, and like a white ribbon, winding and floating into the distance. Nearby, on the mirror-level West Lake, there are several small boats, swaying in the wind. The microwaves stirred up by the oars are like the scales of fish. As the cool breeze spreads and spreads around, my thoughts also drift. So far, so far...
West Lake is worthy of being known as the "Wonderland on Earth". In spring, when walking along the banks of "Subai Two Embankments" with peach and willow trees, I was amazed by the scenery in front of me, and even ecstatically wondered if I had entered a paradise. The shadow of the tower stretches across the sky, giving it a unique scenery. In the summer, I experienced the wonderful artistic conception of "the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun are uniquely red". Walking on the winding bridge, it is like rippling among the lotus bushes, with the human face and the red lotus flowers reflecting each other. In autumn, "Three Pools Reflecting the Moon" is unique, with an island in the lake and a lake in the island, which is pleasing to the eye. After visiting many scenic spots in the West Lake, I couldn’t help but sigh like an ancient saying: “If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it’s better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.” 2. What are the ancient classical Chinese texts that write about landscape travel?
"Butterfly Spring" Two miles south, south of the second gorge, there is a village on the right side of the main road, called Boluo Village.
There is a butterfly spring at the foot of the western mountain. I have heard about it for a long time. When the natives pointed it out to the west, they ordered Pudan to go to the Three Pagodas Temple first and throw it into the monk's house in Hechao. I walked alone from the south and west of the village looking towards the foothills of the mountain. Half a mile away, there is a gurgling spring, which traces back to the west, and half a mile away, it reaches the foot of the mountain.
There are big trees hugging each other, leaning against the cliff and standing tall. There is a spring below, and it comes out from the root orifice to the east. You can see the clear water. A little east, there is another small tree under it, and there is still a small spring, which also washes out its roots.
The two springs merge into the abbot's marsh, which is traced upstream. In early April, the big trees on the spring bloom like butterflies, with lifelike whiskers and wings, no different from those of living butterflies. There are also thousands of real butterflies with hooked whiskers and legs, hanging upside down from the top of the tree and reaching the surface of the spring in colorful colors. Flowing in and out, the five colors are glowing.
Tourists gather in groups to watch this month, and it is already past May. I was in Sanli City in western Guangdong, and Lu Canrong was there to talk about his differences. So far, it has not been spent for a long time.
Asking the natives, some people say that butterflies are different from flowers, or they say that flowers are similar in shape, so they come from similar species. I don’t know which one. > In Taiyuan of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling made fishing their main occupation and traveled along streams, forgetting the distance of the road.
Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank. There were no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful, which was very different to fishermen. I walked forward again, wanting to exhaust the forest. When the forest reaches the water source, there is a mountain with a small mouth, as if there is light.
He left the boat and entered through the mouth. At first he was extremely narrow, but only then did he understand people.
After walking dozens of steps, I suddenly became enlightened. The land is flat and vast, with well-groomed houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboos.
Traffic on the streets, chickens and dogs hearing each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders.
His yellow hair hangs down, and he is content with himself. When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked and asked where he had come from. If he had an answer, he would return home and set up a wine shop to kill chickens for food. Hearing about this person in the village, he came to inquire.
Ziyun's ancestors escaped from the chaos of the Qin Dynasty and led his wife to come to this desperate situation and never came back, so they separated themselves from outsiders. When I ask what era this is, I don’t know whether there was Han, Wei or Jin.
Everything this person said and heard made him sigh with regret. The rest of the people went to their homes again, where they all had wine and food.
After staying for a few days and resigning, people here said: "It's not enough to teach outsiders!" After getting out and getting the boat, he helped the road and set his sights on it. When I went to the county, I asked the prefect to tell me this.
The prefect immediately sent people to follow him to find what he wanted, but he lost his way and could no longer find the way. Nanyang Liu Ziji, a noble scholar, heard about it and went there happily, but failed and ended up seeking illness.
No one cared about it afterwards. > In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was relegated to Baling County.
In the next year, the government will be harmonious and people will be harmonious, and everything will be prosperous. Then the Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, its old structure was added, and poems by Tang Xian and modern people were engraved on it.
It belongs to me to write down. I watched my husband Baling's victory in a lake in Dongting.
It carries the distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River, which is a vast and boundless river. The sun shines in the morning and the evening falls, and the weather is endless. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower.
Predecessors’ descriptions are ready.
However, it is connected to Wu Gorge in the north and Xiaoxiang in the South Pole. Migrant poets and poets often meet here, and the feeling of looking at the things is the same? If the rain is falling, the moon is not open, the wind is howling, and the turbid waves are emptying; the sun and stars are shining, and the mountains are invisible; business travel is not going, and the rafts are toppled and destroyed; the dusk is dark, and the tigers roar and the apes cry.
When climbing the tower, there are those who are nostalgic for their country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, their eyes are full of desolation, and they feel extremely sad. When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm, and the sky above and below is a vast expanse of blue; sand gulls gather in the sky, and the golden scales swim; the shore is covered with orchids, lush and green.
Or when the long smoke disappears, the bright moon shines thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into gold, the silent shadow sinks into the jade, and the fishermen answer each other's songs, how wonderful is this! When you climb the tower, you will feel relaxed and happy, forgetting your favors and disgrace together, drinking wine in the wind, and you will be overjoyed. Sigh! Why should I try to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients or do something different from the two? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live high in a temple, you worry about its people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king.
There are worries when advancing, and worries when retreating. But when will you be happy? It must be said, "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness."
Oops! Weisi people, who can I return to? The Record of the Drunkard Pavilion (original text) by Ouyang Xiu, September 15th, the sixth year of the year, September 15th, the sixth year of the year. Chu is surrounded by mountains. Its southwest peaks and forest ravines are particularly beautiful.
The person who looks bright but profound is Langya. After walking six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water, and what emerges between the two peaks is called Ningquan.
On the winding road, there is a pavilion standing over the spring, which is called the Drunkard Pavilion. Who builds the pavilion? The monk of the mountain is Zhixian.
Who is named? The prefect calls himself. The prefect and his guests came here to drink. After drinking a lot, they often got drunk, and he was the oldest in the family, so he called himself "Drunkard".
The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers is the wine contained in the heart.
If the sun rises and the forest falls, the clouds return and the caves become dark, the changes in darkness and brightness are like morning and evening in the mountains. The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the fine trees are beautiful but densely shaded, the wind and frost are noble, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains.
Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless. As for the losers singing in Chu, and the walkers resting in the trees, the former calls, and the latter responds, hunched over to support them, going back and forth without stopping, this is Chu people traveling.
Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat; making wine from the spring, the spring is fragrant but the wine is strong; mountain delicacies, wild asparagus, mixed but aged beforehand, are also the prefect's banquet. The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is in the middle, the one who plays chess wins, the one who drinks and drinks mingled with each other, the one who sits up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests.
Those who have pale white hair and are drooping in it are the prefects who are drunk. "Climbing Taishan Mountain" The sun has set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the prefect has returned and the guests have followed.
The woods are dark and the birds are singing happily. The tourists are gone and the birds are enjoying themselves. However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they do not know the joy of people; people know the joy of traveling from the prefect, but they do not know the joy of the prefect.
He who can enjoy his music when he is drunk and can describe his writings when he is awake is a prefect. Who does the governor call? Luling Ouyang Xiuye.
The yang of Mount Tai is that the Wen River flows to the west; its yin is that the Jishui River flows to the east. The Yang Valley all enters Wen, and the Yin Valley all enters Ji.
When it is divided into north and south, it is the ancient Great Wall. The highest Sun View Peak is fifteen miles south of the Great Wall.
In December of the 39th year of Qianlong's reign, I rode the wind and snow from the capital, traveled through Qihe and Changqing, passed through the northwest valley of Mount Tai, crossed the limit of the Great Wall, and arrived at Tai'an. At the end of the month, I ascended from the southern foothills with the prefect Zhu Xiaochun and his son Ying.
Forty-five miles, the roads are all built with stone slabs, with more than 7,000 levels. There are three valleys directly south of Mount Tai. The middle valley surrounds the city of Tai'an, which Li Daoyuan said is surrounded by water.
I started to follow it in, and the road was less than half way, crossed the middle ridge, followed the west valley again, and then reached its top. In ancient times, when climbing mountains, one would follow the east valley and there would be a Tianmen on the way.
The east valley is called the Tianmen Stream in ancient times, and it is nowhere to be found. Nowadays, those who pass through the middle ridges and mountain top cliffs are limited to those who are on the road, and the world calls it Tianmenyun.
The road is foggy and slippery, making it almost impossible to climb. As we go up, Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is bright with candles to the south. Looking at the city wall in the evening, Wenshui and Cuulai are picturesque, while the middle of the mountain is covered with mist.
Wu Shenhui, Wu Gu, and Ziying sat in the pavilion to wait for the sunrise. The strong wind blew up the snow and hit the face, and clouds covered the pavilion east and below.
I saw dozens of white cypress trees standing in the clouds. 3. "Forest Park Travel Notes" Composition
On a sunny weekend, I felt that I couldn’t waste this great spring time sitting at home, so I decided to go to the Forest Park to bask in the sun. I brought our kites and snacks with me. The friend set off.
I sat down at the end of Route 139 and asked the driver for directions. They said you should have gone down and changed buses long ago. It only takes 15 minutes to walk here. Thinking about it, I was just out for shopping, so I just walked around. Well. After getting off the bus, a nice old lady gave us a very detailed description of how to pass through a small gate, cross the railroad tracks, and pass through a "village". . Finally, he told me to be careful with the car. Haha, it really looks like my old grandmother.
After passing the small gate, wow, it is actually a railway, with a scrapped train lying across it. After passing by, there is actually a small village where locals live. Haha, it seems that I am no longer in the same place. Shanghai is an unexpected bonus. Passing through the village is Jungong Road, and finally we entered the park from the south gate on Nenjiang Road.
:), compared with the Century Park I went to last week, there are fewer people here and more trees, and there are many big trees. They are probably the grandfathers, or at least the uncles, of the trees in Century Park. As long as there was a flat and open place along the way, we were busy flying our kites, but the wind was so gentle that our big dragonfly just refused to fly up. The largest lawn in the park has a sign saying "No entry during grass raising period". It's true. .
Along the way, I saw many people riding those two-person bicycles, which made me feel itchy. I didn’t get to ride them last time in Century Park because of the crowd. As soon as we arrived at the car rental place, we immediately rented one for 15 yuan/hour, which was cheaper than Century Park~.
Hey, it’s nice to have a car to travel around. After a while, we came to a grassland by the lake. It was a bit windy here, so we were busy with our dragonflies again. Haha, it’s objective conditions after all. Mature, our dragonfly flew up in a moment. Without much effort, we were busy letting go of the rope. The whizzing rope scraped my hand like a knife, which hurt me~.
We also wanted to ride to the Huangpu River to have a look, so we didn’t dare to delay any longer. After putting the line at the end, we hurriedly closed it. I guess our dragonflies would be very unhappy. I got on the car and rode quickly along the road signs of "Pujiang Range Rover". I also carried the car across a small bridge with steps on the way, and finally arrived at the river embankment after the mountains and rivers returned, and the flowers were dim and the flowers were dim. Haha, not bad, not bad, there are many large and small boats parked on the not very wide river, and there are river gulls flying in the distance, which is quite beautiful. Looking at the familiar Huangpu River from this place, I feel it is quite new. An hour was coming soon, so I hurriedly took a photo of my trip here, rode back wildly, and returned the bike in a matter of seconds. Ayo, riding a bicycle on the stone path here is not very pleasant, especially for me, 55555, sitting in the back. . . .
I was a little tired, so I sat on the lawn, smelling the smell of green grass, eating, sleeping, watching others fly kites, and watching the golden sun fall behind the trees little by little. . .
After a while, a half-circle moon was clearly revealed in the increasingly dark blue sky. Suddenly, I felt that there were fewer people around me, but it was more lively. There were all kinds of birds. Back home, the chirping was so pleasant in the quiet woods, it once again made people forget that they were in a big city.
The birds have gone home, and so should we. We are quite satisfied, but we are thinking in our hearts that after a few days, the flowers will bloom more, and we can feel it again, hehe. . :) 4. Ancient prose with characteristics of landscape travel notes
Travel Notes on Manjing Author: Yuan Hongdao
It is cold in the Yan land, and after the Flower Festival, the lingering cold is still severe. When the wind blows, the sand and gravel will fly. It's so cramped in a room that you can't get out of it. Every time I ride in the wind, I often turn back in less than a hundred steps.
On the twenty-second day, when the weather was slightly peaceful, I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends to Manjing. Tall willows are planted in the sky, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is vast, like a swan escaping from its cage. Then, the ice skin began to dissolve, and the waves suddenly became brighter, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly came out of the box. The mountains are washed by the clear snow, and they are as beautiful as a beautiful woman. They are bright and beautiful, just like the beautiful face of a beautiful girl with her hair in a bun and her hair in a bun. The wicker will be comfortable, the soft tip of the mantle will be soft, and the wheat field will be lightly covered with hair. Although there are not many tourists, there are always people drinking tea from the spring, singing songs and people wearing red clothes. Although the wind is strong, walking makes you sweat profusely. All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales. It turns out that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it. 5. Write a 300-word travelogue composition in classical Chinese
The summer of Wuzi is approaching in June. When our academic term is over, we pack our bags and are about to go to various prefectures and counties in order to seek fame.
Looking back on the past, I am full of emotions. It has been a long journey of four years, and we have been in the same boat through thick and thin. In the autumn of the Jiashen year, we rushed to Zhangde and studied diligently at the normal training center. Although we were unhappy and full of grief and anger, it would be unwise to reject the power of the court on our own. Now that things have come to this, we can only devote ourselves to studying the poetry and classics. History, hoping that one day the news will reach the princes. How can Honghu's ambition be abandoned just because of the rise and fall of a place? I have traveled westward to Linzhou with my sword, climbed the majestic Taihang to soothe my whistle, and also trekked south to Tangyin to pay homage to the hero Yue Fei for his loyalty and bravery. The oracle bones and bronze tripods have been passed down by the Yin and Shang civilization.
Mr. Yuan lost his ambition and went fishing on the Huan River. Mr. Guo was impressed and wrote a poem in praise of Ye. Zhangde has been home to many wise men and heroes since ancient times, and is known as the first ancient capital of China.
The old system of the training center was also improved, and civil engineering was greatly prospered. We studied here, heard the chickens dancing, chanted and read the teacher's books, and the sun set in the west, playing cuju and practicing martial arts. The ladies were graceful and graceful, and the gentlemen were elegant.
Although there is no flourishing of silk and bamboo orchestral music, after studying, colleagues gather together, and the friendship between classmates is like brothers. They sing over wine and chant, and it is enough to talk about the secret love and believe it. Taibai once said, "The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards."
There is no end to learning, but there is an end to the semester. Soon I will leave Zhangde Mansion. Ten years of hard work will finally come to an end. I hope that friends from all walks of life will make great progress and have a bright future.
When we get together someday, there will be wine in the bottles. 6. Fantasy Forest Travel Essay 600
There is a forest far away from humans. There are countless small animals living here. They can talk and stand and walk, but they are not like humans. There is magic here. , the ancient story begins here...
The mountains, rivers, plants and trees here have not gradually disappeared in the wind over the years; on the contrary, they have become more and more beautiful under the care of the villagers. , in spring, the first spring rain melts the cold ice and snow, turning the clothes of the earth into emerald green, dotted with strips of blue ribbons; in summer, the scorching sun shines all over the earth, and the twisted flower bones compete to bloom under the encouragement of the sun ; In autumn, the weather begins to get cold, and golden leaves are scattered on the road, like a golden road; in winter, the biting cold wind blows, but in the white world, there are always pink figures, which are plum blossoms. This forest has not been discovered yet because it is protected by the dragon, who uses psychological hints to prevent people from reaching here. However, Shenlong was severely injured because he did not survive the catastrophe in the Dream Forest. The high priest treated Shenlong, but the magic of the high priest was not as good as Shenlong. He could only restore some of Shenlong's abilities. At this time, the magic book in the Dream Forest appeared and said that Shenlong was injured. It takes the power of friendship to restore abilities, and the true meaning of this power can only be obtained in the Celestial Empire. Little Monkey, Little Bear, and Little Rabbit, who are best friends with Shenlong, volunteered to go to the Celestial Empire to obtain this power. The adventure begins!
The Celestial Empire is less than a kilometer away from the Dream Forest. It is the "neighbor" of the Dream Forest. It has picturesque scenery and rapidly developed civilization. It is a place with beautiful countryside and The empire is a combination of urban civilization. The people here are very kind and hospitable. No, Little Bear and the others received gifts from many shops on the road. After a while, Little Bear and the others took the high-speed walking elevator to the center of the empire - the God of Heaven. palace.
There are two solemn statues standing at the door, holding the giant sword and magic bow of the gods in their hands. When you walk into the main door, the wall next to it is carved with gorgeous patterns, and complex magic spells are engraved on the ceiling. The floor is made of glass. Under the glass are countless plants and small animals. Standing on it and looking down, it seems like a world. I think I am God, watching all living things. After a while, Little Bear and the others came to the king. In the palace, the king stood on the king's stool and asked, "What do you want?" "Oh, His Majesty the King, we are envoys from the Dream Forest. Our Shenlong has been severely damaged. We need the true power of friendship to restore the Shenlong." "Oh, Brother Dragon's health is getting worse and worse." "The Shenlong is No one was injured due to blocking the catastrophe." The king said: "Heavenly tribulation, this thing cannot be stopped when it comes." The white tiger turned around and said, and then the little bear saw the true face of the king. He was actually a white tiger! "The truth can be given to you, but I have tried many methods but haven't been able to open it." "We can try to open it." Bai Hu recited a few spells, and a small sapphire flew over, "This is the truth." The little bear thanked the king and quickly returned to the forest.
7. "Forest Park Travel Notes" Composition
On a sunny weekend, I felt that I couldn't waste this great spring time sitting at home, so I decided to go to the Forest Park to bask in the sun. I brought our kites and snacks with me. The friend set off.
I sat down at the end of Route 139 and asked the driver for directions. They said you should have gone down and changed buses long ago. It only takes 15 minutes to walk here. Thinking about it, I was just out for shopping, so I just walked around. Well. After getting off the bus, a nice old lady gave us a very detailed description of how to pass through a small gate, cross the railway track, and pass through a "village".
Finally, he told me to be careful with the car. Haha, it really looks like my old grandmother.
After passing the small gate, wow, it is actually a railway, with a scrapped train lying across it. After passing by, there is actually a small village where locals live. Haha, it seems that I am no longer in the same place. Shanghai is an unexpected bonus. Passing through the village is Jungong Road, and finally we entered the park from the south gate on Nenjiang Road.
:), compared with the Century Park I went to last week, there are fewer people here and more trees, and there are many big trees. They are probably the grandfathers, or at least the uncles, of the trees in Century Park. As long as there was a flat and open place along the way, we were busy flying our kites, but the wind was so gentle that our big dragonfly just refused to fly up.
The largest lawn in the park has a sign saying "No entry during grass raising period". It's true.
Along the way, I saw many people riding those two-person bicycles, which made me feel itchy. I didn’t get to ride them last time in Century Park because of the crowd. As soon as we arrived at the car rental place, we immediately rented one for 15 yuan/hour, which was cheaper than Century Park~.
Hey, it’s nice to have a car to travel around. After a while, we came to a grassland by the lake. It was a bit windy here, so we were busy with our dragonflies again. Haha, it’s objective conditions after all. Mature, our dragonfly flew up in a moment. Without much effort, we were busy letting go of the rope. The whizzing rope scraped my hand like a knife, which hurt me~. We also wanted to ride to the Huangpu River to have a look, so we didn't dare to delay any longer. After putting the line at the end, we hurriedly closed it. I guess our dragonflies would be very unhappy.
I got on the car and rode quickly along the road signs of "Pujiang Range Rover". I also carried the car across a small bridge with steps on the way, and finally arrived at the river embankment after the mountains and rivers returned, and the flowers were dim and the flowers were dark. Haha, not bad, not bad, there are many large and small boats parked on the not very wide river, and there are river gulls flying in the distance, which is quite beautiful. Looking at the familiar Huangpu River from this place, I feel it is quite new.
An hour was coming soon, so I hurriedly took a photo of my trip here, rode back wildly, and returned the bike in a matter of seconds. Ayo, riding a bicycle on the stone path here is not very pleasant, especially for me, 55555, sitting in the back.
. I was a little tired, so I sat on the lawn, smelled the smell of green grass, ate, slept, watched others fly kites, and watched the golden sun fall behind the trees little by little.
After a while, a half-circle moon was clearly revealed in the increasingly dark blue sky. Suddenly, I felt that there were fewer people around me, but it was more lively. There were all kinds of birds. Back home, the chirping was so pleasant in the quiet woods, it once again made people forget that they were in a big city.
The birds have gone home, and so should we. We are quite satisfied, but we are thinking in our hearts that after a few days, the flowers will bloom more, and we can feel it again, hehe.
:). 8. Who can help me find a classical Chinese landscape travelogue, with annotations and translations
The Story of Xiaoshitan Walking a hundred and twenty steps west from Xiaoqiu, across a bamboo field, I heard the sound of water, like a ring, and my heart felt Enjoy it.
After cutting bamboo, you can see a small pool at the bottom, the water is especially clear. The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, it is rolled up from the bottom to form a dike, an islet, a ridge, and a rock.
Green trees and vines, swaying and scattered. There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the sky with no support.
The sun is shining brightly, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are motionless; they are far away, and they come and go. It seems to be enjoying itself with tourists.
Looking southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, and you can see the light and death. Its shores are so different from each other that its origin cannot be known.
Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it is so lonely and desolate, I feel desolate and desolate.
Because the place was too clear to live in for a long time, I remembered it and left.
Traveling with him: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".
Walking a hundred and twenty paces west from the hill, I could hear the sound of water through a bamboo grove, which was like the sound of jade pendants and yuhuans clinking against each other, and I felt very happy. . So I cut the bamboo and opened a path. Walking down, you can see a small pool with particularly clear water.
The entire bottom of the pool is a stone, close to the shore. Some parts of the bottom of the stone roll up out of the water, forming various shapes such as di, islets, ridges, and rocks. Green trees and green vines cover and wrap around, swaying and drooping, uneven, and fluttering in the wind.
There are about a hundred fish swimming in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the air with nothing to rely on. The sun shines directly on the bottom of the pool, casting the shadow of the fish on the stone surface of the water, motionless; suddenly it swims away again.
It comes and goes briskly and quickly, as if it is entertaining with the tourists. Looking to the southwest along the pool, the stream is as winding as the Big Dipper, and as curved as a crawling snake. It can be seen clearly whether it is hidden or visible.
The situation on the stream bank is as jagged as a canine, and the source of the water cannot be seen. I sat on ShiTan glanced bamboo trees, surrounded by silent no one else, I feel mind and desolate, bloom fragrantly, silent pole, deep gaultheria fantastic.
Since this place was too deserted to stay for a long time, I wrote down the scene and left. The people traveling with me include Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zongxuan.
Following us as our entourage were two young men named Cui, one named Shuji and the other named Fengyi. Appreciation of "The Story of Little Rock Pond" Liu Zongyuan's landscape travel notes are the part of his prose creation that has a high degree of artistic skill and is the most artistically original.
Among his few landscape travel notes, "Little Rock Pond" can be said to be a very representative work. "The Story of Xiaoshitan" is one of the "Eight Notes of Yongzhou".
This prose vividly describes the beauty and tranquility of Xiaoshitan's environment, and expresses the author's loneliness after being demoted. The language is concise and vivid, the scenery is described delicately and realistically, and the whole article is full of poetry and painting, showing the author's outstanding writing skills.
Therefore, it has become a famous prose piece that has been passed down through the ages. This travel note can be divided into five paragraphs.
In the first paragraph, the author uses the technique of "changing scenery step by step" to guide us to appreciate various different scenery during the movement and transformation, which has a strong sense of dynamic picture. "We walked a hundred and twenty steps west from the hill, across the bamboo poles, and heard the sound of water, like a ring, and felt happy."
The beginning of the article guides us to walk a hundred and twenty steps to the west of the hill. Twenty steps. When we came to a bamboo forest, we could hear the sound of water flowing through the bamboo forest.
"Huangzhu" refers to the bamboo in the forest; "Ruming Peihuan" describes the clear and sweet sound of running water, just like the sound made when jade pendants and jade rings collide with each other. The article is composed of scenes and emotions, and is written very naturally.
"After cutting bamboo, we took a road and saw a small pond." In the thick bamboo forest, we cut a path and finally saw a small pond.
At this point, the entire face of Xiaoshitan is presented to us. This journey from the hill to the bamboos, from the bamboos to the sound of water, and then to the small pool through the sound of water not only tells the story of discovering the small pool, but is also full of intriguing suspense and the interest of exploration. Gradually a wonderful picture unfolds before people's eyes.
From then on, the author focused on the careful description of the pool. "The water is particularly clear, and the whole stone is the bottom. If you go close to the shore, roll up the stone bottom to get out, and it will be a dike, an islet, and a rock."
The water in Xiaoshitan is extremely cool, and the entire small pool is completely is made of stone. The whole bottom of the pool is a big stone. Near the bank of the pool, the stone on the bottom of the water rolls out of the water.
These stones come in various shapes and forms. "Di" refers to the high ground in the water; "yu" refers to the small island; "偁" refers to uneven rocks; "yan" refers to various forms of rocks.
In short, this is a pool surrounded by stones of various shapes, so the author named it Xiaoshitan. "The green trees and green vines are covered with swaying winds and are scattered and scattered.
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This is the author’s description of the scenery on the pond. There are green trees and green vines, which are intertwined to form a green network, dotted around the small pond, unevenly. The branches sway in the wind.
The description on the pond shows us the extremely beautiful scenery around Xiaoshitan in just 12 words, making us more aware of the beauty of Xiaotan. In the second paragraph, the author describes the pond and the swimming fish.
In this paragraph, the author uses a different method from "moving and changing form" to "fixed-point close-up". This is an extremely exciting paragraph in the whole article.
Especially the description of the fish swimming in the water is even more vivid. “There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the air.
The sun is shining brightly, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they do not move; they are far away, coming and going. It seems to be enjoying itself with tourists. "
This is a very beautiful picture. The fish swimming in the water do not seem to be in the water, but like swimming in the air.
When the sun shines down, The shadow of the fish fell on the stone at the bottom of the pool. Literally, the author is writing about fish, but through the literal meaning, we cannot but leave a deep impression on the clear water.
This way of writing the fish and the pond water against each other has achieved a very good artistic effect. Next, the author further describes the fish.
First, the fish stood motionless, and then suddenly. , some fish quickly swam to the distance, swimming here and there again, as if they were enjoying the happiness with the tourists. After reading this, we can't help but associate the author's joyful mood with the swimming fish.
This way of writing from emotion to scene and from scene to emotion is a prominent feature of this prose. The third paragraph explores the water source of Xiaoshitan and the scenery on the lake. 9. Jinguang Lake Forest. Essay on Rapids Travel
Today is my annual autumn outing, and I am going to Jinguang Lake in Tongan, Xiamen. I heard that it is a very beautiful place, so I set off on the road with full expectations.
Along the way, birds sang in front of us, and the wind blew us. We got out of the car and walked a long way, and finally saw Jinguangzhai, which is a hollow rectangular building with a plant planted in the middle. The lawn was a little uneven and surrounded by chairs for tourists to rest.
After watching Jinguang Village, some people complained that they were hungry. The teacher asked us to take a rest and eat some dry food before leaving. Everyone quickly After eating some snacks, the teacher said that we were going to the "primitive forest" at the next stop. For the sake of environmental protection, the students carefully cleaned up the "mess" and set off happily.
" The road in the "primitive forest" is very narrow and steep. It's like we are really in the primeval forest. We can only walk in small steps. If the person in front accidentally falls down, the whole team will fall down. Finally... We arrived at the destination with difficulty - "primitive forest". The first scenic spot that caught our eyes was: Jinguang Lake. Look at the surface of the lake. The ripples turned golden after being illuminated by the sun. Maybe this is the name. Come on!
Standing by the lake, the lake is shining with golden light. Under the reflection of the sun, the water is clear and crystal clear. You can clearly see the small fish of different colors swimming freely and happily. By.