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Travel Notes of Huangshan Mountain —— Talking about Hongcun Village
Just after the winter vacation, my family and relatives came to Tangkou County, Huangshan City, ready to start this trip to Huangshan!
According to the plan, we first came to Hongcun, an ancient village in southern Anhui, which was listed in the World Cultural Heritage List. Hongcun is located in yi county, a cultural corridor in Huizhou, China. Huangshan Mountain was called "Yishan" in ancient times, and yi county was named after being at the southern foot of "Yishan". Yixian county was founded in 22 1 year BC, with a history of more than 2200 years! Despite more than 2000 years of wind and rain, yi county is still beautiful, with rolling peaks connected with Huangshan Mountain. If the majestic Huangshan Mountain is compared to a magnificent symphony, then Yixian is a moving movement in this symphony!
Since Yixian is so beautiful, Hongcun shines even more on you!
Let's talk about the architecture of Hongcun first. Since Hongcun was founded in the Southern Song Dynasty, all the buildings in Hongcun have been white gray and blue tiles. From a distance, there is a gray world between the rolling peaks. But Hongcun lived in the home of this wealthy local tyrant and businessman, so why didn't he spend money on the color of the house's exterior wall? In China feudal society, the use of color has a very strict hierarchy, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to use resplendent colors and decorations, especially gold, on the external walls of their houses. Gold is reserved for royalty and nobility. Therefore, when building, the clever builder designed this grayish white, which produced a sense of tranquility and peace against the backdrop of green mountains and green waters. However, after thousands of years of sun and rain, the white powder on the wall has already fallen off. Although it has lost the brightness, monotony and even simplicity of white, it has added a strong sense of history.
After seeing the architecture of Hongcun, let's take a look at the general appearance of Hongcun. Because ancient people paid more attention to geomantic omen, Hongcun's planning was very particular. There are a lot of judgments about mountain shapes in Feng Shui, such as: "The mountain is thick and fat, the mountain is thin and hungry, the mountain is clear and beautiful, and the mountain is turbid and fascinating". Hongcun is surrounded by Leigang Mountain and Tunxi Ring, and the situation is good, so don't worry too much about the mountain situation. However, it is a big defect that the two streams in Hongcun do not meet in the west and bypass the south. Therefore, during the Yongle period of Mingshui, Wang Xin and his wife, the 76th ancestor of Hongcun, hired Mr. He Keda, a feng shui master, for three times to observe the situation and transform the village according to the shape of cattle. So the villagers dug hundreds of feet of water as cattle intestines; Natural spring water is developed into bovine stomach; Set up four wooden bridges as cattle feet; Two towering trees were planted to form horns; When the mountain is a cow's head, the house is a cow's body.
Knowing this, I can't help but sigh: the 5,000-year history of the Chinese nation is profound! Never lose it! No matter from the color, structure, general layout, cognition of geomantic omen or appreciation of the ancients, it seems that we modern people are inferior! The Chinese nation still has many cultures that we are expected to understand. These cultures are full of knowledge and truth. Let's get to know them better and have an in-depth discussion and "anatomy".
Endless Hongcun, endless words, say Hongcun. ...
2.？ Chinese plum
Plum blossoms have been praised by people and poets since ancient times. There are countless poems about plum blossoms, such as:
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow far away, because there is still a faint fragrance.
Plum blossoms in poetry are all of the same quality, not afraid of cold or unyielding. I have read many poems and articles about plum blossom, and I have found the cleverness of plum blossom. Look at that.
Plum blossoms are not as elegant as peony flowers, as noble and elegant as chrysanthemums, and as elegant as daffodils. Spring and March are a colorful season. The park is full of orange and yellow spring flowers. Innocent lily, slim and elegant tulip, beautiful flowers. However, there are no plum blossoms in this sea of flowers. Isn't the plum blossom praised by poets for thousands of years gone? No, they don't bloom in March, but in winter, but that's also their cleverness.
The branches of plum blossoms are dry, and the flowers are nothing outstanding. If they bloom in this colorful spring, what can they do to this beautiful sea of flowers? Those poets saw plum blossoms and thought, what is this plum blossom? Compared with peony, chrysanthemum and daffodil. That's thousands of miles away, you can't catch up with flattery. But what about flowering in the cold winter? When a hundred flowers wither, they stand out in the cold. In this case, the situation is very different.
A cold wind blew and almost froze people to death. However, people are overjoyed to find that flowers can still be seen in the cold wind. Plum blossoms still stand upright, pretending to be strong. In this way, poets in China thought plum blossom was very great, and they wrote poems to praise plum blossom. Spring has come, and Meihua has to call it a day, fearing that she will become stronger.
2. Articles about family ties.
1.？ On that day, the sun was so warm.
I like to enjoy the sunshine. The sunshine is so dazzling that I can hardly take my eyes off her. After that day, I strengthened her position in my heart.
I grew up thinking that my sister didn't like me. She never talks to me at home or buys me presents. But I was wrong. She likes me, but she is not good at expressing herself.
On Friday, I go home by student bus after school as usual. My sister is studying in Suichang and usually comes home later than me. I was watching TV when I heard from a distance: "Mom, Grandma, I'm home." I know my sister is back. Although my sister doesn't like me, I like her very much, so I ran out to see her as soon as I heard the crying.
As usual, she just put her right hand behind her back. I am curious, but she always won't let me see it. Outside, we were basking in the sun, but her hand was still behind her back, refusing to show a trace. I don't want to hit a wall again, so let's enjoy the sunshine quietly.
Suddenly, she told me to close my eyes and said that she would give me a surprise. I was very excited and closed my eyes obediently. When I opened my eyes, she was holding a Barbie doll in her right hand, which was my dream at that time. I have never told my sister, but she can understand my inner thoughts. I hold Barbie doll with tears in my eyes, like crystals in the sun. ...
My sister looked at me and gently stroked my head with her hand. "Fool, there is nothing to cry about." She doesn't know, at this time, my heart has an indescribable touch, and my heart is full of happiness. The sun shines on the earth and dyes our hair golden. She drove away the darkness and clarified my misunderstanding about my sister.
She is still there to shine as much as possible, and I am still enjoying it silently here, but the difference is that I am more grateful to her for letting me know the truth.
2.？ I love my home.
My home used to be in Binxian County, Shaanxi Province. Since I moved into Xianyang last summer, I have temporarily lived in a rental house behind Bei 'an Garden on Zhonghua Road. There are four people in my family, my father, my mother, my sister and me. They live an ordinary and hopeful life. My family is good, and my books are overflowing. My father works in junior college, my mother works in kindergarten, my sister works in private schools and clothing stores, and I study in primary school. Because I was young, my family took care of me and trained me carefully. I love this family.
I remember in March this year, I couldn't resist the temptation of the outside world and unconsciously fell into the misunderstanding of stealing video games. I don't come home on time after school every afternoon, sneak into the game hall and lie to my parents many times. It was not until later that my father knew my misdeeds and whereabouts. When the positive persuasion failed, he finally turned me into a bookish normal. I still can't forget the beating-dad never hit me like that! After careful reflection, I gradually realized that behind that unbearable slap was the father's full love for his son. Love is far-reaching, and anger against iron and steel will erupt! In order to let myself learn the lesson of being playful and lying, I am determined never to go to the game hall again. After I corrected my mistake, my father smiled again and the family was quiet again.
I am proud of my father, because he is not only an associate professor in the college, but also a good doer of amateur remedial composition. In recent years, I have participated in the counseling center of China University of Arts and Sciences organized by him personally, and my math and English scores have improved rapidly, ranking among the best in my class. In order to make me study at home no longer lonely, my father also invited my neighbor's classmate Wang Wei as my study partner, so that we can discuss with each other and make progress together. Since then, my thinking ability has also improved significantly. However, under my father's dyed black hair, how I don't want to see those white hairs! Yes, these white hairs were born early because of my hard work. From this, I began to understand the profound connotation of fatherly love. Father's love may not be gentle enough, even a little tough, but it is like a pair of just and severe scissors, mercilessly cutting off the redundant branches and diseased leaves on the sapling and making it grow into a towering tree!
In the wave of reform and opening up in modern China, my home is like a boat, hitting the water against the wind and going forward bravely. As the father at the helm, the mother who paddles, and my sister and I who are about to take over, we will make further joint efforts in Qi Xin to build this harmonious home!
Home is my starting line, home is my maintenance point and home is my gas station. Here, and only here, there are my relatives and affection, how can I not love?
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Affection is the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, simple but eternal; Affection is the flowing water of the Tigris River, soft but long; Family is the sunset in Sicily, lingering but gorgeous; Affection is an inscription in Mesopotamia, vague but meaningful. Affection, affection, affection ... Beyond time and space, weave a beautiful rainbow of life.
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It's late at night and I'm writing at my desk. The light across the window went out and people fell asleep. Let me see my homework. Well, I can't do it unless I insist on it again! Rubbing my tired eyes, a slender shadow appeared in front of my desk. I looked back-it was my mother. She appeared in front of me with a thick glass of milk. She said softly, "Daughter, it's almost 9 o'clock and I'm still doing my homework! Drink quickly and go to bed early! " Say that finish, mother turned and went downstairs to do housework. That cup of milk is still steaming, and the warm fragrance slowly flows into my heart. This is affection, which always brings me warmth when I need her most.
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Father raised his palm and seemed to have accumulated all hope and anger. I closed my eyes and a tear fell from the corner of my eye-I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't contradict my father so much ... I opened my eyes for a long time and my ears didn't burn. I looked at my father in surprise, which contained anger but could not bear to start. Father reluctantly put down his hand and gently spit out these words: "Let's go upstairs!" " "I know what my father means. He asked me to continue to work hard, to fight hard, to work hard, to get my grades back. I don't know why, but I was in tears. That silent love and hopeful heart is the deepest and most sincere affection!
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I dragged my tired body downstairs and was about to wash my face, when a fragrance floated straight into my nostrils. Wow! It smells good! I dreamily searched for the source of fragrance, but found my favorite-steamed bread in my mother's frozen red hand outside the door. As soon as she saw me, she shouted happily, "Ah Lu, come and eat steamed buns!" " "She jumped out of the car and sent the steamed stuffed bun to my hand. It turns out that my mother went to buy me steamed bread early in the morning. I took the steamed stuffed bun, and a warm current came to my mind. Family, like the smell of this steamed stuffed bun, is sweet but not bad!
Affection is a trickle, bringing sweet moisture to my heart; Affection is a ray of soft sunshine, which makes the frozen heart melt silently. Family is a quiet harbor, which makes my journey fatigue disappear.
3. The warmth around you
Warmth is everywhere, and what happened in my family includes my mother.
The warmth for children.
That summer, I was still a wet behind the ears little boy, not very sensible. One day, before I cleared the table after dinner, I couldn't wait to take out half an iced watermelon from the refrigerator and pick up a spoon to eat it. Mom saw it, smiled and took out a bowl of cold and delicious watermelon pulp without any seeds from the refrigerator. "Eat, I have dug the seeds for you." I looked at the red and juicy watermelon, and my mouth watered. I dug a piece and put it in my mouth. Before I finished chewing, I dug another piece and put it in my mouth. "Slow down, slow down, no one is fighting you." My mother stood by and watched me eat with a smile, while continuing to dig seeds.
Mother picked up a small spoon in her right hand and a dime watermelon in her left. First, she gently dug out the watermelon seeds that she couldn't bear to leave from the bright red flesh with a spoon, then cut them off one by one with a knife and put them in a bowl. Finally, pick up the bowl with your left hand and the spoon with your right hand. First, cut the melon in the bowl into small pieces, and then slowly mash it into juice. Repeat this several times, and a bowl of watermelon pulp will be finished. Finally, it was frozen in the refrigerator, and the next day a bowl of chilled watermelon came. She watched me eat with relish and brought me the biggest watermelon.
Somehow, I suddenly asked my mother, "Mom, what do you mean by eating watermelon without spitting watermelon seeds?" "I don't know." Mother said while digging watermelon seeds.
Seeing these seedless watermelons in the bowl, I suddenly thought: Do I just "eat watermelon without spitting watermelon seeds"? My mother buried herself in digging watermelon seeds, and I sat in a chair and ate leisurely like my grandfather.
I reported my thoughts to my mother. My mother listened and pointed her index finger at my little nose and said, "This child, only you are smart." After that, she continued to dig watermelon seeds. What is that? Is it mom's hand? Why did you get so old? There are several tiny wrinkles on these hands, like a tiny crack. Yesterday afternoon, I wanted to eat fruit. Maybe my mother peeled a lot of oranges and apples for me because I was afraid I didn't have enough to eat. I saw, oh, my god, there are so many, where to eat! I was so full that I only ate a little, so I had to put them in the refrigerator and eat them every day. Mother was worried that these fruits would go bad, so she ate them all today. You can't waste it. Don't throw it away. That's a real pity. Besides, these fruits are the fruits of people's farmers who have worked hard to water, fertilize and weed. If it is wasted, their hard work will not be in vain.
The day before yesterday, when my mother peeled a pear for me, she cut her hand with a blade, but she said, "Nothing." Seeing these hands, recording the hardships of wind and frost, I feel that there is something unspeakable arching up in my heart, which makes my throat sore and my nose sour. So, I picked the biggest watermelon, dug out the seeds and sent them to my mother's mouth and said, "Mom, you eat."
Mother looked at me with a warm smile on her face.
2. Warmth is always around
He Qingkui, a great behind-the-scenes worker and Gao Xiumin's husband, the "father" in the < < abduction > > series of works looks expressionless, especially after the sky were to fall, he smiled less. But Pan Changjiang said well, "His eyes are not dramatic by nature, but a pair of melancholy eyes. But his humor is deeply rooted in his bones. This is the humor that really wins the audience's admiration and madness. " He designed a statue for Gao Xiumin himself, which is the statue of Gao Xiumin. Bow slightly to pay tribute to the audience. The tombstone at the bottom says "curtain call". He said Xiumin was too tired. He should go to rest. He also put two dogs in front of Xiumin's grave, one lying chubby, and the other crouching to see chubby. He said that only he was thin and only Xiumin was fat. He should keep an eye on soo-min. For more than ten years, she envied the happiness of Mr. Gao and He Laoshi. Now, more than ten years later, she still admires and envies his strength. Yes, CSI is very strong. After all this, he can still say humorously,' I can't take off my bags under my eyes. My bags under my eyes are my only fat! He, He Qingkui, really smiled at life.
There is a detail, CSI> collects the golden ideas of the Spring Festival Gala for him. An 80-year-old man took three or four trains to the newspaper office and sent a golden idea and a letter to CSI. This is enough to show that the audience cares about CSI. In life, there are always people who care about you. Everyone, including you, me and him, must go on bravely, because there is always a warm heart around us that silently supports us.
Four. spring
The color of spring?
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth. ?
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool. ?
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"? ?
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence. ?
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add its color? ?
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring. ?
I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring? ?
Verb (short for verb) Summer
I like flowery spring, fruitful autumn and snowy winter, but I prefer tree-lined and lush summer. ?
Look! The beautiful sister Chun just left and ushered in a hot summer day. The sun is burning and the earth is burning. People enjoy the cool under the big tree, talking and laughing. The children chased each other around the tree and had a good time. No matter how you shout, he just can't stop. Grandparents are shaking elephant trunk fans under the big tree to catch up with the past, which is very lively. Grandfather Sun was merciless and even scorched the earth, which made the children unbearable. Some went to the popsicle house, some ran to the swimming pool, and they didn't want to come out after soaking in it.
In summer, flowers and trees are the most vigorous, there are trees everywhere, and there are lush and colorful flowers everywhere. Looking around, it is an ocean of flowers and trees. The leaves are all green. In warm Xia Feng, rolling up handfuls of green fans to cool down also brings cool air to people enjoying the cool under the trees. Flowers bloom more beautifully in summer, and the hot weather is still fighting for beauty. We must compare them, but they are all particularly beautiful and comparable under the scorching sun. The grass in summer is particularly beautiful. Standing in the scorching sun without weakness, we try our best to stand up so that people can step on it and not fall down, which has become a beautiful scenery on the horizon.
The weather in summer is like a monkey's face. One day it will be clear in Wan Li, and the next it will rain cats and dogs, which makes people wonder what to do. No wonder every rain in summer comes so suddenly that you are caught off guard and fall like water. After a while, the ground was full of water. Raindrops are as big as pebbles in the sand and as dense as dust on the ground. Summer rain is not as gentle as spring rain and autumn rain's mother's hand touching your face, but it hurts to hit your face, but it is much cooler after a storm. ?
The sky in summer is also the most beautiful among the four seasons. In the morning, the sky is as blue as washed sapphire, and the clouds are as white as ivory hair on a lamb. In the world, it is as beautiful and unique as an excellent ink painting with only blue and white rendering and no ink lines. The night sky in summer is also beautiful, thick and dark, like a bottle of ink splashed on white paper, but there are thousands of "bright lights" and a "big lantern" for you to see. ?
Although summer is not as bright as spring, as golden as autumn and as endless as winter, it has its own unique beauty. I like this hot summer!
The intransitive verb autumn
"I like the fields in autumn. When autumn comes, the fields take off their green shirts and put on their yellow sweaters. People sigh: "Ah, autumn has come and everything is dying. "However, in this yellow land, I found the vitality of autumn.
Today, my parents and I went to the countryside to play. Walking on the path in the field, I suddenly found something flashing red not far ahead, which was very dazzling. Look carefully, ah, it's clusters of blooming banana flowers. The plantain flower is big and red, and it keeps swaying with the autumn wind, just like a burning flame.
My father who walked in front suddenly shouted to me, "Zhou Ling, come and see!" I ran away with my mother. Ah, my father found a bunch of wild grapes among the trees. Wild grapes are orange, hanging on the branches, like a string of transparent agates. My father grabbed the branches and my mother picked them, and my hands were pierced, but I finally picked a bunch of wild grapes.
Over a hill, we seem to have entered the world of flowers. Wild chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere. Red, white, purple, pink, light green and rose are graceful in the breeze. It looks great. When we were looking at the flowers, my father explained: this is called the golden hook, this is called Huang Shigong, this is called the green apple, and this is called the full bucket star ... Ah, it's so diverse!
Suddenly, a sandy brown bird with a light brown breast flew out of the bushes, went straight into the sky and sang clearly. I shouted, "Bird! Bird! It's a big sparrow! " Dad smiled and said, "That's not a sparrow, it's a' tell the son of heaven' or a' lark'. This kind of bird is very flexible and sometimes falls straight from the sky to the ground. " When I looked up, another bird flew over and landed in a small tree. Sounds euphemistic and sweet. That is a bird with a red neck. It is really cute. Dad pointed and said, "That's a red pointed chin. It has a nice voice. We are so lucky today! " Yes, that bird is singing the autumn hymn with a beautiful voice.
Looking at this autumn field, I am thinking that autumn is not a season of withering, and autumn is full of vitality. Autumn is beautiful. In this lovely season, we should step up our efforts to add beauty to our lives!
Intransitive verb winter
1. The biting cold wind blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered up all the noise and sunny mood. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children-spring-will go home soon. ?
Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talk about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who cares that the "bad guys" have been injured many times because of shooting "Beat Up"?
It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved. ?
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard! ?
But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the training in severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother. ?
Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think:
Being a "winter" is more attractive.