The composition about Luyang Lake is 400 words

The stunning Luhai arrived in Jiuzhai early in the morning, boarded the environmental protection tour bus, and left the mountain gate where people were constantly buzzing. Dressed in Tibetan costumes, Seti (a beautiful girl) began to tell the legend of Jiuzhai: A long time ago, the male fairy Dago and the female fairy Voronoseti were deeply in love, and Dago carefully built a mirror for Seti, but Seti accidentally missed it. At this time, Lotus Leaf Village passed by the window, and the hunting prayer flags were washed in a hundred years of wind and rain, conveying prayers and blessings. Looking back at Gu Song in Lotus Leaf Village, the bonsai beach in a trance also passed by in a hurry. The scream of the little girl sitting in front woke me up, and the reed sea came into view: a clear and glittering blue brook meandered through the vast reed, like a sapphire inlaid in gold, and I immediately "wow". At this time, the whole car has stood up and looked left, and the children's screams are endless. The tour guide smiled and reminded: "Please pay attention to safety." Outside the window, Haizi is covered with slightly yellow reeds, reflecting the blue sky and the blue water. Occasionally, unknown waterfowl will walk through the reeds, and the wiped ripples are like the ripples on the quiet reeds. I seem to have entered the fairy tale world, or a beautiful watercolor painting. Facing the color and beauty of the reed sea, I finally realized that language is pale and powerless. I can't describe the blue bend that still appears in my dreams from time to time except the general praise for the wonderful workmanship. A clear stream twists and turns, taking me into heaven. Looking down from the tourist highway, through the thin shadows in the forest, you can see a peacock quietly staying in the valley in the distance. It seems to spread its wings in a slight mist, and it seems to comb its wings gracefully in spring. The distant sea blue in the lush forest has fascinated my eyes. This is the soul of Jiuzhai. Walk through a secluded forest along the winding plank road, stroll in the cool mountain wind, and approach the dazzling blue flower sea under the sky. At first glance, there are traces of snow on the distant mountains last night, and the nearby plants are light green in the lake. Even in Haizi, underwater plants are different from different angles, including blue, sapphire, light green, dark green, indigo and colorful. When the breeze passed, the waterfowl woke up, and the colorful lake rippled in circles, staining the underwater trees, corals, small trees and grass on the water surface. There are many old trees at the bottom of Haizi, which are littered with staggered branches and different shapes, just like corals in the sea. Taking their bodies as the soil, new life in the lake thrives, creating a spectacle of dead trees in spring. If the phoenix is reborn from the fire, they will regain their eternal life in the clear lake until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and the wind and frost will no longer leave traces on them, leaving only feelings. Gorgeous and colorful, immersed in the years is extremely elegant. The faint suspension bridge ended the chaotic April. In order to escape, I quickly chose a destination and jumped on the bus. So, on the drizzly morning of May 2, I got on the bus from Chengdu to Jiuzhai. When I started my journey, fatigue was the only feeling. Out of the highway, those towering peaks, towering cliffs, endless, have never left their sight. At the foot of the mountain, the Minjiang River, with different river widths, accompanied silently. The mountain is static, the water is beautiful and the water is alive. The eyes are full of lush trees, and the insects and birds from far and near set each other off. Occasionally passing by the unique houses of Qiang people, I listened to music and felt confused and complicated until the suspension bridge came into my eyes. The long suspension bridge swings around the Minjiang River Valley all the year round, shaking off the heat in midsummer and the cold in winter, soaking up the colors of the years, so it hangs between heaven and earth, even on the cliff, and becomes a landscape. Imagine crossing the bamboo suspension bridge and stepping into the secluded landscape along the winding path. Imagine the quiet Chai Fei at the other end of the bridge, accompanied by the clouds in the pool, shaking off the world of mortals and leaving the leaves silent. Inadvertently, I left the mask of the city and dissolved into the complex of simple countryside. In a flash, my heart was like a mirror, and I was alone in the mountains. Exquisite multicolored pool bathed in the deep and mysterious five miles of the sea in the snow, stepped on the stone steps of the virgin forest and descended. A delicate green water is embedded in the misty snowfield, like glittering and translucent jade. The most exquisite colorful pool finally appeared in front of my eyes. Because she is petite and exquisite, she is also the only one among 108 Haizi who is not called Hai, but this does not affect her beauty enough to compete with the Five Seas. The mountains are covered with snow and the green waters set each other off. The lake is dark green, green, light blue and slightly green, spotless, like a natural jasper, without any flaws. It is said that in summer and autumn, the pool water is like an overturned palette, showing dozens of colors such as dark green, deep purple, sapphire blue and goose yellow, like a sea of flowers. Think of the charming customs when the empty valley is long, the grass is green, the birds are singing and the lilacs are dripping. On this occasion, only the Xiushan forest is as clear as a mirror, as unreal as reality. As far as the bottom of the pool is concerned, pebbles cascade down, only the dark green background is deep and distant, and I don't know which beautiful time and space it leads to. Snowflakes in Chi Pan touch each other and enjoy the exquisiteness of the painter. The water in my hometown is the source of life, and water is the source of everything. Without water, there would be no living things today. After reading the beautiful scenery of water written by many writers, I can't help but be intoxicated with it and naturally think of the water in my hometown. Although the water in my hometown is not well-known, it feeds more than 300 families 100. In our eyes, it is our mother river. The river in my hometown is crystal clear, and traces of fish and shrimp can be seen in the water. The tortoise is also impressed by the beautiful scenery. It climbed clumsily to the shore, craned its neck, narrowed its eyes slightly, quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery and watching the fish playing in the water. Sometimes, when people approach it, it doesn't even notice it. After discovering people, they reluctantly jumped into the river, and the splashed water droplets danced happily, sometimes falling on the lotus leaves, shaking them two or three times, and returning to the river, as if telling the lotus leaves how happy they were. The river in my hometown is like a slowly flowing light blue crystal. In the sun, it gives off a light blue silver light. Mountains and trees are reflected in the water, like thousands of trees gathered in the water, singing and dancing lightly with the flow of the river. The hometown river at dusk is even more interesting. The sunset glow is reflected in the water, which is in harmony with the sunset glow and the mountains. We often play games and games in these thousands of sunsets. We are very happy. In winter, the river in my hometown is like a giant's mouth, spitting hot air in the cold wind. My aunts and sisters wash clothes and carry water in this river. The water is warm, so washing clothes here in winter is the best choice. Children who are not afraid of the cold often swim, bathe and fish here. When you are lucky, you can eat a plate of delicious marinated fish at home at night.