1. Be a little tour guide (composition on the scenery of Qinbei District, Qinzhou City, Grade 6)
Good morning, dear tourists, I am
Qinbei, Qinzhou City Tour guide from the district scenic spot travel agency: xx. Welcome everyone to visit my hometown.
My hometown is in Qinbei District, Qinzhou City. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. There are beautiful and fertile lands; there are mysterious peaks; there are towering mountains... Below, we will visit the scenic spots and historic sites in Qinbei District.
The scenery of Qinbei District is a dazzling pearl among places of interest. It has the reputation of "the last virgin forest". Here there are majestic passes, lofty mountains, lush forests and bamboos, and many strange pines and rocks. The momentum is very majestic and breathtaking!
Not only is the scenery beautiful, but there are also many rare animals and plants. There are pangolins, immortal cats, pearl yellow sheep, wild boars...
The geographical location is unique. The peaks of the mountains are connected in a continuous manner. Thin clouds and mist filled the air. Some are wrapped around the mountainside like a belt; some are gathered on the top of the mountain like mighty giants; some are sparse, with a cluster here and a cluster there, which looks very eye-catching.
After listening to my introduction, are you excited? Come and visit Qinbei District, Qinzhou City. You will definitely gain different happiness here. 2. Article praising my hometown Qinzhou
I love Qinzhou My hometown - Qinzhou is a medium-sized city in the south of my country.
She has Qinjiang River, Maoling River and Dafeng River passing through the city, flowing into the vast Qinzhou Bay and out to sea. It has a beautiful natural environment, evergreen trees all year round, and numerous cultural landscapes. It is a beautiful and charming coastal tourist city.
I was born here and grew up here, so I am naturally very familiar with it. Qinzhou, known as Anzhou in ancient times, has a long history of 1,400 years.
In modern history, two national heroes, Liu Yongfu and Feng Zicai, who were famous both at home and abroad, appeared in Qinzhou. Now, their former residence has become a base for patriotic education in primary and secondary schools across the country.
Qinzhou is a treasure land in the Golden Triangle along the coast of Guangxi. The climate here is mild and pleasant, with numerous rivers and reservoirs, fertile soil and luxuriant plants.
It is rich in natural resources, close to the water and the sea, beautiful mountains and rivers, and charming sightseeing scenery. The main tourist attractions and historical sites include Sanniang Bay, Qizhujing, Malan Island, Bazhai Valley, and Qinzhou Port Xiandao Park. , the former residence of national hero Liu Yongfu, the former residence of Feng Zicai, Pubei Yuezhou ancient city ruins, Sudongpo Tianya Pavilion, Dahuan Fengdao Beach, Dalucun Customs Area, Yingshan Hot Spring Resort in Liufeng Mountain, etc. Famous and high-quality products are abundant: lychees, bananas, longans, passion fruit, blue crabs, sea duck eggs, cucumber peels and other products are abundant and famous throughout the country.
Today, the open Qinzhou is attracting visitors from all over with its distinctive features and unique charm. I am proud of being a Qinzhou native. In the future, I will study hard, master my skills, and when I grow up, I will contribute to the construction of Qinzhou and make Qinzhou more beautiful and rich. 3. Like the fourth question in the picture
Picturesque Hometown College Entrance Examination | Scenery Description | 1602 words Picturesque Hometown Yuyao, with a population of more than 800,000, also has many villages of different sizes.
If the high-rise buildings in the urban areas are like majestic color photos, then these villages are more picturesque throughout the seasons. "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river."
Reciting Su Shi's poems, I seem to smell the breath of spring. After the nourishment of spring rain, the call of spring breeze, and the nurturing of spring soil, several peach trees by the river have already bloomed pink flowers.
There are a few drops of crystal dew on the petals, which looks so beautiful. The soft willow branches spit out small yellow buds and stretch into the river, as if sucking the sweet milk of Mother Earth.
Both sides of the river are already covered with red flowers and green grass, embroidering a beautiful lace on the river. The spring breeze blows, and pattern-like microwaves appear on the river.
Under the sunlight, countless Venuses are beating, and it seems like millions of eyes are blinking. Groups of clever little fish are swimming around leisurely.
Some occasionally jump out of the water to see the world outside; some spit out water bubbles one after another, as if they are whistling. Several ducks flapped their wings and chased and played, creating rows of beautiful water splashes, adding infinite vitality to the river.
The blue sky, white clouds, flowers and weeds everywhere. Miss Chun is still painting watercolor paintings of spring, which is really fascinating and intoxicating.
In the hot summer, everyone feels hot and irritable. However, there is a unique and cool feeling in my hometown, that is Yangmeilin.
Standing under the bayberry tree, looking up at the crown of the tree, you will see countless lovely bayberries scattered throughout, which is really moving. Speaking of bayberry, there is a beautiful legend! Once upon a time, a small sapling grew on the hillside in the Hemudu area. As the years passed, the sapling grew larger and larger, and also produced red fruits.
The people of Hemudu have never seen this kind of fruit, so they dare not eat it to ensure their safety. There were two little girls, one named Yang and the other named Mei. In order to add new fruit varieties, they boldly ate a few. They found that the fruit was sweet, refreshing, and juicy, and they didn't notice anything strange.
So he told the villagers about it. In order to praise the discovery of Yang and Mei, the people of Hemudu called this fruit Yangmei.
Nowadays, bayberry has become a world-famous fruit treasure. With the gift of the thunderstorm, the bayberry grew up, like a shy girl, blushing, as if loved by others.
In the harvest season, the bayberries are red and black, big and round, making people salivate. The annual sales of bayberry can reach tens of thousands of tons, bringing wealth to the people in my hometown.
The bayberry forest not only has sweet and delicious bayberries, but it is also a good place for tourism! Look, there are all kinds of cars parked at the foot of the mountain. Tourists taste the bayberry and take pictures of the beautiful scenery of the bayberry forest; some come here with drawing boards and brushes to sketch; others come here with tablecloths and food. The picnic was so lively. If you have the opportunity to come to my hometown to eat bayberry, you will find a colorful reservoir halfway up the mountain.
It is surrounded by sweet-scented osmanthus. Every autumn, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms and the fragrance spreads from ten miles away. The reservoir is like a bright pearl inlaid in a green sea, and its charming scenery makes people forget to leave.
Before I even got close, bursts of laughter could already be heard. Taking a closer look, some people on the shore were preparing for swimming, some were playing, and some were simply lying on the stone slabs and looking at the blue sky.
What a “swimming spot”! "The leaves are endlessly green when the sky is connected, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red when reflecting the sun." Reciting Yang Wanli's poem, I began to praise the lotus flowers in my hometown even more spontaneously. After the thunderstorm, the lotus flowers bloomed one after another, and some looked like beauties just emerging from the bath. , with little drops of water; some are like stars in the night sky, twinkling; some are like an angel spinning rapidly in a dance skirt.
The entire water surface is covered with lotus leaves. When a gust of wind blows, their energy suddenly rises and falls, and suddenly approaches and suddenly disappears. The naughty little dragonfly flew lightly on it. It was "the river had just revealed its sharp corners, and the dragonfly had already stood on it."
Looking from a distance, the sky is connected with leaves, and the leaves are connected with the sky. It is difficult to tell the difference. Where is the sky, where is the leaf. At the same time, bursts of lotus fragrance also floated. It did not have the delicate work of roses; it did not have the indifference of lilies; it did not have the coquettishness of cuckoos; it only had a touch of elegance and simplicity.
The autumn wind blows away the blooming flowers and the chirping birds of summer, and introduces to people a scene of autumn scenery with refreshing autumn scenery. And the autumn colors in my hometown are even better.
Look, the golden rice is already waving to the farmer uncle, as if saying: "It's time to harvest! It's time to harvest!" On the endless rice fields, the yellow and clear grains are full, facing the The autumn wind bent over with a smile, and the rice waves stirred up in the sea of ??rice. The most eye-catching thing is the piece embedded in the rice waves."
4. Write a 200 essay about , according to the scene description method
The butterfly-like snowflakes dance gently, bringing the unique scenery of this season. She came with light dancing steps, she came with a soothing rhythm, and she came with a plain gauze dress. This winter elf has come to dress up our world. Can winter without snow still be called winter?
Wherever her skirt went, the snowfields were as quiet as virgins, the snow peaks were cold and tall, the jade trees and flowers were in full bloom, but the air seemed particularly gentle. Under her gentle soothing, all the restlessness began to quiet down, and the earth became quiet and peaceful, like a baby sleeping soundly in its mother's arms. In this world covered with silver makeup, this dazzling whiteness makes the sky eclipse. In this tranquil whiteness, what impetuous worries can we have that we can’t let go of?
When our restless hearts calm down, we can feel how colorful the falling snow is. Is there any flower in the world that can be as majestic as snowflakes? What kind of flower can be as cool as snowflakes? "Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom" - this is the splendor of snow; "The scenery of the North is covered with ice for thousands of miles, and snow is drifting for thousands of miles. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness, and the rivers up and down suddenly stop rolling" - - This is the magnificence of snow; "The window contains the snow of the Xiling Mountains for thousands of years, and the door is anchored by the ship thousands of miles east of Wu" - This is the beauty of the snow; "The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes the arrival of spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still flower branches. "Quiet" - this is the romance of snow; "Thousands of birds fly away in thousands of mountains, and all traces of people are wiped out" - this is the loneliness and seclusion of snow. In fact, what I like the most is the artistic conception of "green ants' newly fermented wine, a small red clay stove; it's snowing in the evening, and I can drink a glass of nothing". Two old friends, sitting around a small red stove in a hut with low dusk and overcast clouds, were asking questions in such concerned and low voices, how full of tenderness they were. It's just that in today's society, although there is a lot of wine, there are few small stoves, and it is even harder to find close friends. It is probably difficult to enjoy such a mood again.
Coming to the outskirts alone, in the vast snowfield, I reduced myself to a small black dot in the vast world, and stopped here quietly. If you think of this snowfield as a world, then we are countless snowflakes scattered by God. We are sent to this world by the wind of fate like falling snow. Looking back, there is no trace of where we came from. We lie where we fell, waiting for the wind of fate to send us to another place again, or waiting for another snowflake to fly in and then quietly melt into nothingness. Just as there are no two identical snowflakes, there are no two identical people in the world. So, where is the other snowflake that we know and share the same mind with?
1. Huh-huh-", the wind howled, the big trees swayed in the strong wind, and the branches were whipping in the air like wildly dancing whips.
2. The pine trees stand green in the white snow, swaying with the biting northwest wind, making a sharp and piercing whistle, as if they are deliberately despising winter.
3. It has just arrived in the afternoon. At around 4 o'clock, the sun had already put away its faint light, as if it was afraid of the cold, and hid in the clouds as thick as cotton.
4. It is the twelfth lunar month in winter, and the snow is blocking the sky. The windows were like small translucent crystal pillars, hanging in rows on the eaves.
5. That winter was so cold that it gave people a sore nose and a headache, and their feet felt like two pieces. Ice.
6. The cold wind blew. The bare trees, like bald old men, could not withstand the northwest wind and swayed in the cold wind.
7. This winter, the ground was cracked by the cold, the north wind was blowing like a knife, and heavy snow was flying all over the sky.
8. The sun in the middle of winter seemed to be afraid of the cold, and it was very cold. Thick clothes prevent heat from dissipating.
9. In the middle of winter, the north wind is blowing, silver-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, a cold current is brewing, and a heavy snow is brewing. /p>
10. In the cold weather, thousands of miles away, the whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shaking with cold, the rivers are frozen stiff, and the air seems to be solidifying.
11. Heavy snow comes with the cold winter. The streets seem to be made of silver, so bright and glorious. The long icicles hang like crystal daggers in front of the eaves, and the breath of pedestrians also It turned into puffs of white smoke.
12. After he walked for a while, the hot air sprayed out from his mouth and nostrils condensed into layers of frost flowers, freezing around the leather hat, just like a silver helmet. On his face which was red with cold.
13. The weather was gloomy, and the sky was filled with thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight leather jacket, not to mention the exposed face, which was scratched one after another by it. The pain is excruciating.
14. In winter, the willow trees covered with frost and snow outdoors are full of tree hangings, like silver bars hanging from the trees, which is particularly spectacular.
15. In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers the vast wilderness, shining with cold silver light.
16. In early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, she dances her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.
17. In the cold winter, the river changed from its usual liveliness and seemed to be sleeping peacefully
18. In winter, although there is no charming singing of birds and fragrance of flowers in spring, there is no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer. , does not have the attractive and abundant fruits of autumn, but it also has the implicit beauty dedicated to nature
19. In the cold weather, the whole world has become a big refrigerator, and the mountains are cold. Shivering, the river was frozen stiff, and the air seemed to freeze.
20. In winter, heavy snow falls like goose feathers one after another. The ground is covered with snow, thick and soft; the house is covered with snow, which is white, loose and soft; the trees are covered with snow, and the branches are bent by the accumulated snow. The sun shines on the snow-capped mountains, emitting dazzling light 5. 2010 Gao Yi Qinzhou second semester final composition "The most beautiful scenery"
The most beautiful scenery
The snow falls with a sound, what is needed is one point Listen to Xue’s mood.
When the snowflakes fall in the afternoon, brew a cup of tea and watch the green tea leaves slowly stretch. The sound of falling snow, along with the scent of tea, penetrates into the most fragile corner of your heart.
For water to turn into snow, it needs to evaporate in the scorching heat, condense in the freezing cold, and be tempered by countless dark clouds before it can condense into this beautiful and crystal clear snowflake. When snowflakes are blown by the wind, fall from the sky, hit dead branches, and hit the ground, the sound is like the breaking of jade petals. What kind of music in the world can compare with it?
Suddenly I remembered that "when the Buddhas lectured, flowers fell from the sky", maybe it was just the Buddha preaching in the snow. In the eyes of a wise man, which flower in the world is as bright as the crystal clear and pure of snowflakes? The Buddha said that the heart is the spiritual mountain. We say that it is better to seek for yourself than to seek for others. Pilgrims worship and pray for happiness in the next life; the bustling people strive for the prosperity of the present. However, if you walk too fast, you ignore the scenery on the roadside; if you want too much, you lose the most precious mood. One day, we wanted to calm down and listen to the sound of snow falling, only to find that our eyes and ears were confused by the sounds and colors, and our hearts were obscured by utilitarianism, and we had lost the ability to feel the simplest happiness.
Therefore, the most beautiful scenery is not necessarily at the end. You might as well stop and take a look around. When the snow falls, you might as well pick up a volume of poetry and sip a cup of bitter tea, and happiness will well up from the bottom of your heart.
6. Write a few poems praising the scenery in your hometown
Facing the new sun, I saw a touch of fresh green spreading its branches and leaves, and saw the hope of returning to nature. I gently opened the glass window, and the birds were cheering. I heard the singing of the earth and the imagination of the forest. Walking on the tree-lined path, the fragrance of the green trees was refreshing. I smelled it and smelled the breath of life. Ah! The dust of Qinzhou's past has been baptized by patches of green shade. The hustle and bustle of the past has been blocked by laughter and laughter. The struggle continues. The dilapidated and short bungalows everywhere in Qinzhou have disappeared with the footsteps of the times. One after another, high-rise buildings, co-authored The rhythm of the times rises from the ground. Qinzhou! I don’t want to compare you to the sun, because you radiate more light than the sun. I don’t want to compare you to the moon, because you are brighter than the moon. I really want to fly in the sky, because I want to see Qinzhou It is imprinted in the eyes and will never be forgotten in the mind. Different periods have different dreams, and different eras have different hopes. I wish you Qinzhou to thrive and shine under the sun. 7. A 500-word essay on my hometown (Guitai Town, Qinzhou, Guangxi)
The blue sky is the home of white clouds, the forest is the home of birds, the river is the home of fish, the ocean is the home of shells... and Fuqing, a city with outstanding people, beautiful scenery and abundant resources, is my hometown.
My hometown has beautiful scenery, with a clear river. The river is covered with green grass, like a natural carpet spread around the transparent green glass. There is also a musical fountain installed in the river. , the water column will dance with the music, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it's so beautiful! At night, cars of all sizes come and go on the wide road in an endless stream.
My hometown Fuqing also has many specialties! There are delicious and delicious loquats, sweet and crisp pears, sweet and green watermelons and round and sweet longans. My favorite is the round and sweet longans.
If you come to Fuqing, the hospitable Fuqing people will surely provide you with the most delicious specialties to satisfy your appetite.
When it gets darker and the nearby flowers and plants are no longer visible, we will see flashes of light in the sky. Those are fireflies floating in the night sky. They are like little lanterns that can only fly, so beautiful.
Do you think my hometown is beautiful? I love my hometown - Fuqing! 8. Introduction to Zhongshan Park Qinzhou City
On Saturday, my mother and I went to Zhongshan Park with great interest.
As you approach Zhongshan Park, the first thing you see is an arched gate. The four characters "Zhongshan Park" on the gate sparkle under the sun. When I walked into the park, the first thing I saw was the lake. When I looked up, I saw a big mountain on the opposite side. When I looked down, I saw the rippling blue water of the lake.
Trees, tourists, pavilions, and cruise ships are reflected in the water, making it seem like a fairyland on earth. Both sides of the lake are covered with flowers and trees. This kind of flower has not faded, and that kind of flower has bloomed again.
The breeze blows from the lake, making people feel refreshed. We arrived at the boat ride unknowingly, bought tickets and got on the boat.
At this time, two swans came up the lake. I said, "Are you swans?" They seemed angry and turned around and swam away.
After getting off the boat, I suddenly heard a burst of laughter and ran over. I saw a man's kite hanging on a tree. Because the tree was very short, he took a stick and threw it away. The stick got stuck. The kite fell from the tree, so everyone laughed at him. Amid people's laughter and laughter, we bathed in the spring sunshine and reluctantly left the beautiful Zhongshan Park. 9. What are the 800-word essay about the most delicious things in Qinzhou
The Zhuang family celebrates March 3rd because the altitude of the area they live in is low and the climate is hot all year round. It is just before the spring plowing begins. The third month of the lunar calendar is the most comfortable day of the year with beautiful wind and mild climate. Folks from every village take the opportunity to have a big date. Singing folk songs, holding bamboo rafts, splashing water and strolling around March Street, the excitement made everyone happy.
About the legend of March 3:
According to legend, in ancient Zhuang Township, there was a member who had three beautiful daughters. The eldest daughter and the second daughter were all married to rich and wealthy people. Among the young masters of a powerful and well-established family, only the third daughter named Li Mei is still unmarried. She is extremely intelligent, capable of poetry, singing and writing, and has a unique character. She often does good deeds and gives to the poor behind her family's back. Although there was an endless stream of wealthy officials pursuing Li Mei, she rejected them one by one, which made her parents very troubled. It turned out that Li Mei had a sweetheart for a long time. He was the son of a poor family in the village. The villagers called him Brother Aqiang. Although Aqiang was born into a poor family, he was kind-hearted and often did good deeds for the poor. No matter whose family was too busy with farm work, he always found time to go and help. Whatever delicious food his family had, the villagers were indispensable, so he got Everyone’s love. Aqiang is also very smart. Although he has not read many scriptures and holy books, he can speak well and write well. Especially reciting poems and singing folk songs can touch the scenery and evoke emotions. When impromptu, the folk songs can be eloquent. Although Li Mei read more scriptures and holy books than him, she still worshiped him as her teacher. Seeing that Li Mei was modest and studious, Ah Qiang always treated her as his own sister and often discussed poetry together. In late February of the lunar calendar that year, a folk song competition was held in Zhuang Township, and Li Mei and Brother Aqiang both participated. The Zhuang family celebrates March 3rd because the altitude of the area they live in is low and the climate is hot all year round. However, in the third month of the lunar calendar when spring plowing has just begun, it is the most comfortable day in the year with beautiful wind and mild climate. Villagers from every village took the opportunity to have a big date. Singing folk songs, holding bamboo rafts, splashing water and strolling around March Street, the excitement made everyone happy.
About the legend of March 3:
According to legend, in ancient Zhuang Township, there was a member who had three beautiful daughters. Among the young masters of a powerful and well-established family, only the third daughter named Li Mei is still unmarried. She is extremely intelligent, capable of poetry, singing and writing, and has a unique character. She often does good deeds and gives to the poor behind her family's back. Although there was an endless stream of wealthy officials pursuing Li Mei, she rejected them one by one, which made her parents very troubled. It turned out that Li Mei had a sweetheart for a long time. He was the son of a poor family in the village. The villagers called him Brother Aqiang. Although Aqiang was born into a poor family, he was kind-hearted and often did good deeds for the poor. No matter whose family was too busy with farm work, he always found time to go and help. Whatever delicious food his family had, the villagers were indispensable, so he got Everyone’s love. Aqiang is also very smart. Although he has not read many scriptures and holy books, he can speak well and write well. Especially reciting poems and singing folk songs can touch the scenery and evoke emotions. When impromptu, the folk songs can be eloquent. Although Li Mei read more scriptures and holy books than him, she still worshiped him as her teacher. Seeing that Li Mei was modest and studious, Ah Qiang always treated her as his own sister and often discussed poetry together. In late February of the lunar calendar that year, a folk song competition was held in Zhuang Township, and Li Mei and Brother Aqiang both signed up to participate. Listening to their antiphonal songs, people were so mesmerized that they never wanted to leave. As a result, both won the first place gold medal. Through this song competition, Li Mei got to know Aqiang better, and especially deeply admired his intelligence, his ability to compose and sing, and his willingness to help others, and she developed a love for him. After everyone left, Li Mei deliberately stayed and confided her love to A Qiang affectionately, and swore: "If Brother A Qiang doesn't marry her, she will never marry anyone in her life." What she said to her Ah Qiang was very happy, but thinking of his own life experience, he declined embarrassedly and said, "I am from a poor family, so I'm afraid your parents won't agree to this marriage." Li Mei hugged him tightly and told him, "No. Well, as long as you come to propose, they will agree." The villagers all knew that Li Mei was pursuing A Qiang, and they all said they were willing to donate gifts to A Qiang, as long as the family members showed mercy. With the help of the villagers, Aqiang chose an auspicious day, brought generous gifts, went to the Yuan's house with the matchmaker and his companions to propose. Despite their persuasion, Yuanwai and his wife refused to betroth their third daughter to Aqiang. They had no choice but to return disappointed. Seeing that her parents were heartless, Li Mei had the idea of ??elopement. A deep