Fireworks March composition 1 Even if the whole world is changing, my friend, come down to Yangzhou with me in March of fireworks.
I was fascinated by many ancient towns, so I went there with envy. But when the water towns in those dreams turned into similar faces, I couldn't find a trace of features, and my hopes finally vanished. Perhaps the soft waves in Lijiang and the paddles in Zhouzhuang still make me disheartened and hard to listen to, but after all, this changing era has given them a new look. If you want to find something eternal, you will eventually be disappointed.
However, Yangzhou miraculously survived, surviving from those classical poems reflecting pale pink peach blossoms. In my dream, I saw fireworks weeping willows, red medicine by the bridge, heard jade people play the flute and loved the moon. In my dream, there is such a vagrant with a vague face. He told me that his thoughts are thinner than those of the West Lake. Yangzhou with fireworks in March is a good place to drink endless wine.
When I really set foot in Yangzhou City, I knew that Yangzhou was still like those poems, and its brow temperament never changed. Shuttling through the long and narrow Dongguan Street, time is still like the era of Li Bai and Du Mu, rolling lonely; Strolling through an alley in the city, all you see are the most common fireworks. Looking back, you will find the water stains dripping from the crooked eaves, like Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, writing a Yangzhou poem. The young man drove an electric car into the alley, stopped unconsciously and pushed the car away for fear of disturbing a sleeping kitten in front of the knocker. Huayang flew down from the air and landed on people's skirts, but people didn't brush it, as if it were a blessing.
Walking on the streets of Yangzhou, I was amazed at its persistence. Modernism is creating a world without details, but Yangzhou is still a paradise for details. In this rapidly changing era, it protects its history, culture and background. Although many times the details are poetic, the charm of Yangzhou lies in that every stone bridge and garden, like the complicated curves carved on Ming-style furniture, reveals a vibrant aesthetic feeling.
Of course, I know the logic of modernism. Straight lines can always reach the destination fastest, so the winding paths of water towns in dreams have become thoroughfares. Light is always more eye-catching than darkness, so the lanterns under the glazed tiles in memory become neon lights that stay up all night. In this changing era, where is the beauty of the past?
Maybe only Yangzhou. So will you go to Yangzhou with me next March?
As we all know, Meng Haoran is Li Bai's idol. They often play together and write poems.
One day, Meng Haoran is going to Guangling. Hearing this, Li Bai was a little anxious and thought, I haven't met my son yet. Why should I leave? So he wrote a letter to Meng Haoran, agreed to meet at the Yellow Crane Tower, and got his wish.
Meng Haoran readily agreed after receiving the letter. So, in the spring of March, on a beautiful spring day, they gathered in the Yellow Crane Tower.
Li Bai has arrived. He looked at the mighty Yangtze River, the passing ships, the birds chirping excitedly, as if welcoming Li Bai, the white clouds on the horizon and the fireworks in March ... but only Meng Haoran had never seen it.
Suddenly, there was a cry from behind Li Bai, "Taibai Bro!" Li turned around and saw Meng Haoran carrying his luggage and wearing a straw hat. His eyes sparkled with wisdom. He is tall and thin, and walks with a fairy air. If he didn't look carefully, he thought it was a fairy.
"Master meng, you're here. How have you been recently? " Li Bai said and bowed affectionately.
"Fortunately, today want to go to yangzhou to send you thousands of miles. There is only one farewell! " Meng Haoran said with deep affection that he deliberately did not touch the sad feelings hidden in his heart.
"'advise you to drink more and go out for no reason. This is a peerless wine I bought all over the country. Please give this bottle of wine to Master Meng and my brother. This is also a little gift from my brother. Invite Master Meng to drink. "Say that finish, Li Bai held out his hand, took out the altar wine and two small glasses, and poured a glass of wine for Meng Haoran and himself.
"In that case, I won't refuse," Meng Haoran took the glass in his hand and took a generous sip, saying, "It's really good wine!"
Li Bai also took the glass in an atmosphere and drank it in one gulp.
"Well, an old friend passed away ..."
"Yellow Crane Tower!" Before Li Bai finished, Meng Haoran took the words over.
"Not the kui is a master Meng, just like I thought," Li Bai suddenly wrote a poem in generate. "Fireworks in March ..."
"Go to Yangzhou!" Meng Haoran was also inspired.
"Ginger is still old and spicy, and Master Meng is with me again." Li Bai praised.
"I dare not worthy. Taibai' s brother spit in the middle of the Tang Dynasty. " Meng Haoran also praised.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Say that finish, two gifted scholars burst out laughing.
Wine, finished; Oh, my god, we're done talking, too; Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to leave ... Meng Haoran slowly got on the boat and looked at Li Bai, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Master Meng, I don't know if there are any good friends like me. I went to Guangling to share my worries for my children. Why not stay? " Li Bai is still making the final retention.
"Taibai brother, I am very lucky to meet my son in this life. This is a blessing that others can't fix for a lifetime! But I have an appointment, and I really can't leave. What a pity. But I appreciate your kindness. Let's get together next time! " Meng Haoran said with regret.
"alas! Well, anyway, the world is so small, and people who are destined will meet again. " Li Bai said helplessly.
Meng Haoran's ship gradually sailed along the Yangtze River to Guangling. The sunset dyed the river red. The sound of the waves makes people feel relaxed and happy. The sun reluctantly left the sky, as if Meng Haoran also reluctantly left Li Bai.
As the sun sets, night falls. Li Bai looked at Na Yue, as if he saw Meng Haoran's tall, thin and familiar figure again ... The rolling river made Li Bai poetic, and he blurted out a poem: The lonely sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. A famous poem "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" was written with Li Bai's feelings.
And the affection of Li Bai and Meng Haoran, who can beat them?
Such a good book is best read in a sunny afternoon. Bright time, insects and birds singing, sunshine moistens the cheeks of the years.
The faint fragrance of flowers flashed across the banks of Yangzhou in March, and the peaches and willows in spring opened for the second time. I have a Song Ci in my hand, tracing back from a distant place. The blue and upright man traveled to and from ancient wineries, temples, rivers and lakes in a canoe. Behind the boudoir, endless joys and sorrows, deep bitterness, echoed for a long time in the sadness and softness of the drizzle pavilion in the Song Dynasty.
Light smoke, light flowing water, accompanied by the aroma in the wine shop slowly. It was the heyday of Yangzhou, where flowers were in full bloom, and the sound of horseshoes coming and going on the plank road was endless, melodious stepping on one hero after another, leaving behind one poem after another. And all this, after all, can not escape the erosion of time. Many years later, Yangzhou was left with an empty city because of the enmity between home and country. Those literati, after all, scoured out the wind and frost in the rolling yellow sand of history and became classics with their poems.
The spring breeze blows over Tsing Yi, and the sound of harps and harps comes from the shore. The flower diameter on the wine table, the wind is still blowing. On the 24 th Bridge shrouded by moonlight, the beauty who plays the flute is wearing a Yin Hui, just like a white and smooth jade person, as if hearing the melodious whistle coming from the rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River.
Singing and dancing in Yangzhou night, the flowers are blooming outside the window, the slender West Lake is flowing, and the poets on the passenger ship, hot pillow, are full, taking advantage of the delicate moonlight to drink a few glasses of sake and lament the years. The bead curtain in the brothel aroused the poet's elegance, and in the passenger ship with flowing water, the flowing water danced and sang softly.
In the dream of apricot blossom and spring rain in Song Ci, the poet stood at the window with a book in his hand. Imagine the fireworks in March, the countryside in the cottage, and the sparse spring rain gradually dripping into the poet's heart, and then turning into a ribbon, crossing the world with the smooth lines of a pen, meeting the right person and continuing one romantic story after another.
The sand road after the rain was covered with spring mud, so the general who came by horse had to rest temporarily in the tenderness of last night. It is green, the spring breeze is ten miles, and the dusk in the north and the embankment in the south seem to be just around the corner. Reverberating among the green mountains and green waters.
A hundred flowers blossom and the sky is full of clouds. Through a bright moon, I edited a passage from my heart and silently missed you in the bamboo pavilion. This scene is the best.
In a thousand years, we will go to Yangzhou, daming temple and the ancient canal. Flowers are similar year after year, the old year is no longer, and the flute is no longer. Following the story in the book, I have heard the feelings of too many poets in the Song Dynasty, with a touch of loneliness and vicissitudes, and too much helplessness. The endless night is quiet. On the bank of Huaihe River, I seem to hear melancholy people singing in a low voice, "I saw the red medicine by the bridge, and I know who I should live for every year ...".
The fireworks were not lit for four days, and just before dawn, the birds in the branches were awakened.
My sister and I added a dress to our school uniform, not because it was cold, but because we yearned for spring. We are about to go to Yangzhou and put on our exclusive team uniform-a red vest with the words "Dezhou Evening News reporter" printed on it.
Lens 1: Natural gas field
The car is driving on the southbound road. Although the sun has not yet come out, there is a faint halo on the horizon. If you are at school, it should be the voice of reading. There is a cool and natural smell in the green grass and wild yellow flowers all over the ground. I really want to stop time at this moment and enjoy the aura endowed by nature.
Lens 2: Graceful and slender West Lake
Entering Yangzhou, the rape flowers all over the ground gather in clusters, golden and beautiful. There are no low bungalows here, only two-story buildings with black tiles and white walls, which are really like ancient attics and scattered sparsely in the fields.
Slender West Lake, as its name implies, is more elegant and exquisite than Hangzhou West Lake. There are mountains, water, towers, bridges, attics, flowers, grass and wind, which are intertwined and sublimated, and are worthy of the reputation of "the 30 th West Lake in the world".
Everyone took a group photo together as a souvenir, and the happy smiling faces were fixed in the colorful peony. Here, I appreciate the artistic conception of "there is no road to doubt, there is another village in the dark", which makes me truly feel the twists and turns and elegance and tranquility of Slender West Lake.
Lens 3: "Steamed dumpling photo"
Shaxian snack, cheap, although the place is not big, but our party all squeezed in, the table looks full, serve!
The steamed dumplings here are small and exquisite, but everyone moves chopsticks slowly, takes out their cameras, clicks and takes some photos of steamed dumplings. Since you can't take it back to your classmates, give them photos. The food is delicious.
Scene 4: Sit "Back to the Rich".
Geyuan, which is famous for its abundant bamboo, is called Geyuan because the shape of bamboo leaves is very similar to the word "Ge".
There are four seasons of Jingshan in the garden. "The mountains are different in spring, summer, autumn and winter, with clear wind and rain, and colorful bamboo shadows." This spring, summer, autumn and winter is not an isolated individual completely separated, but natural. You see, although the winter scenery gives people a feeling of cold snow, there are two circular leaky windows on the western wall next to the spring scenery, and only branches and bamboo climb over the wall, giving people a far-reaching artistic conception of "winter goes to spring, spring buds bloom". The whole landscape is like a huge picture scroll, giving people a harmonious aesthetic feeling. We collectively sat on fake stones and teased each other: we must get the gas field out here and "sit" back to the rich. ...
With the pungent smell of rape, it's time to go home …
Fireworks March composition 5 The string of lights escapes in the flowing clouds in the faint summer, like fireworks in full bloom during the day. I haven't seen the Fireworks Festival, but I have heard of the fireworks outside the city. It's too cold.
Past, old dreams. Once eaten, you get drunk. Has the promise been fulfilled now? The future that I once yearned for, now, whether to retreat to glory. During the period of high school, I was unwilling to sink into the repetition day after day. I'm not familiar with the surging crowds and the 3. 1 minute lifestyle. I force myself to wander around every corner of the campus, even if I strut blindly like a fish, like a fish drinking water, it is better than being fired and wandering to a strange Xinghai light-year.
Even after staying at school for three years, I don't know if it has had any clubs or activities. I like the campus covered with golden ginkgo leaves, which always shows me the warm golden sun. Unfortunately, there is nothing, it is a good study that can't be taken away. I can imagine that they are studying hard. At this point, they are staring at the test questions. At this time, they are having a tense discussion. It seems that all the enthusiasm is high, only the countdown in the corner is shrinking implicitly.
I hurriedly picked up a piece of golden ginkgo, learned to look like in photography and put it in the blue sky. Playing with its outline, more or less permeated with the shadow of time, perhaps because of the staggered light and shadow I fell in love with at that time.
I only remember sleeping on my desk for a long time, and I still remember that the sunshine protects my safety. Indulge in pure music, all the notes become a world, and everything can stay until the moment I want. More or less, I seemed to see another strange world, and I began to follow its rhythm. But it is so confused and helpless.
Finally, once, near the end of the term, the school radio station was "forbidden to operate". I heard sad and sweet music in an old activity building. I don't know who is playing the piano in it. At that time, I was just looking for the timeline of light and shadow to make it look like walking on a wooden bridge. The sun made my cheeks red, but I couldn't see the other side clearly. When I stood in front of the door, she asked me what I was doing. I am an inarticulate and timid person. In a panic, I said I liked the song "City in the Sky", and then I flew away from there. I don't know until I close the door. What I want to say is "childhood". I only remember her smiling brightly. She smiled brightly at a stranger who mistakenly called "childhood" "the city of the sky" because of nervousness. I can't believe it's the smile of a person who plays sad music. It's perfect without any impurities.
It was the last days of the second year of high school-the last time I heard music. The last smile I saw. In the days that followed, I kept passing by the mobile building that looked to be abandoned. I occasionally hear passionate voices like "Croatian Rhapsody" and "Purple Passion" coming from it. Maybe I don't appreciate it. I smiled to myself. I have never been to that gloomy building again.
I should be weak. I once defected in the form of exercise, because it became more and more formal, and even had to make people wonder what its original purpose was. My fears and anxieties seem to meet again after many years, becoming more and more strange and difficult to understand. But I always don't want others to follow my example and implicate teachers. This strange idea has been trying to dominate me and threaten me with hostages, and I have to go against my will. But did I really save someone else? I don't know. The world will be like this, and indifferent people will naturally not complain, because that is a kind of deficiency in itself. Affectionate people should be bound by gentle shackles and bear the pain of choking and unable to breathe. Only the years pass slowly in safety, and the occasional waves break into ripples. ...
Persistent pursuit of dreams is bound to bring pain and sadness. Their own, but also others. Some people want to know why I am so sad. Actually, I don't know, just like I like to get into the crowd with a little rain. Whether I have an umbrella or not is none of my business. All I care about is the rustle of rain, which has been cold for a long time.
……
Hey hey hey.
No one knows that fireworks are still blooming in the last days of November. Perhaps, my life's luck has touched the burnt-out afterglow, but the result is so cold. ...
Fireworks March Composition 6 "The Old Friend Resigned the Yellow Crane Tower". Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. "I have a soft spot for this poem since I was a child, and I have already learned it by heart, and Yangzhou in the poem has become my fascination. On April 14 this year, my wish finally came true. On this day, Yancheng Evening News organized our young journalists to go to Yangzhou to attend a gathering of thousands of young journalists from Slender West Lake, including Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shandong, Henan and Anhui, in Yangzhou Garden.
On the way to Yangzhou, we talked and laughed. Unconsciously, we arrived at today's first stop-Ge Yuan. When I got off the bus, I saw a white-walled tile, antique doors and walls, a garden surrounded by towering old trees and bamboo, which looked elegant and quiet. Eight scarlet letters are engraved on the garden wall of Geyuan, one of the four famous gardens in China. The Yangzhou reporter next to us said with a smile: "Geyuan was originally a scenic spot of a big salt merchant in the Qing Dynasty. There are houses in the park. Because of its pleasant scenery, Geyuan is a good place to watch bamboo and enjoy stones, so it has the reputation of being one of the four famous gardens. " As soon as we heard this, we couldn't wait to run into a garden to see its true face.
Walking into the main hall, I looked up and found a small plaque with the words "Bird" written on it. The reporter explained: "The owner of Ge Yuan used this to warn his children not to forget the traditional culture of China and be careful in everything." A small reporter nearby immediately replied, "Yes, we are from China. We must inherit and carry forward the ancient culture of China, and we must be cautious. " After listening to his words, I was thoughtful.
We walked along a path in Geyuan until we came to a dense bamboo forest, where rocks were rugged and varied in shape. Red maple, green bamboo and Taihu stone are just like a Chinese painting by painter Christine. The bamboo is green and powerful, the stone has abrupt edges and corners, and the red maple is dotted among them, which is refreshing. Along the way, we also saw many interesting scenery, such as drainage ditches, fire prevention and flood control walls, etc. We can't help admiring the wisdom of the ancients.
After visiting a garden, we visited He Garden. After a short rest, we went to the last stop today, which is the famous Slender West Lake.
As soon as we entered the gate of Slender West Lake Park, we rushed to the park square to meet young reporters from other provinces. After a while, the ceremony began. The host introduced the significance of this activity, and invited the leaders of Yangzhou City and the newspaper to take the stage. Primary school students came to the stage to present red scarves, and asked the leaders to speak. After a while, the host officially announced: "The activity begins!" We walked on a small road, enjoying the scenery on the roadside, teasing lovely birds and feeling the charming spring scenery. We are very excited!
Unconsciously, the activity is coming to an end and it's time to leave. I don't want to have a look at Yangzhou, a thousand-year-old city that is still beautiful. Today's trip to Yangzhou not only increased my knowledge, but also cultivated my sentiment. I'm so glad you came!
On May Day, my parents decided to take my brother and me out to play. Where should I go? Mom said that the fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March, and now it is the third month of the lunar calendar, which is a good time to go to Yangzhou, so she decided to take us to Yangzhou to play.
Dad drove for more than an hour and took us to Yangzhou. The first place we want to go is Dongguan Street. There were so many people there that we looked around and couldn't find a parking space. Just when we were in a hurry, fortunately, a car was coming out, so we stopped and set off for Dongguan Street.
Dongguan Street is an antique old street. The street is relatively narrow, only more than two meters wide, with small blue brick houses on both sides. The pavement of Dongguan Street is not our common cement road, but paved with gray bricks, which will make a "Dangdang" sound when you walk up, which is very interesting.
Dongguan Street is very lively and there are many tourists. The shops on both sides sell all kinds of interesting things: maltose, cotton candy, ceramic diapers, gyroscopes-all kinds of food and play, which really suits my heart. I also saw the dough kneading machine for the first time, which was very interesting. It feels a bit like the Confucius Temple in Nanjing.
Before I knew it, at noon, I saw so many delicious foods that my stomach growled more urgently. I asked my father to buy something to eat. Dad nodded: "I'm hungry, too!" " What shall we buy to eat? "I can't answer the question because there are too many delicious foods. There is a stinky tofu shop in front, and many people gather at the door. Probably delicious, so we also decided to buy some stinky tofu first. Just like the boss said, it smells bad and tastes good. We bought some grilled squid and went shopping while eating.
Mom saw a fried bun shop ahead and decided to eat here. We ordered three fresh wonton, hot soup and fried dumplings. "Here comes the dish!" When the boss served delicious hot soup and fried dumplings, I began to stutter. Hehe, Hu spicy soup is not spicy, but delicious. I like it while drinking!
Out of the small restaurant, we went on shopping. We will see some gadgets from time to time. My brother bought toys to blow bubbles, and I also got two vein bookmarks. I also bought some candy skins to eat.
After visiting Dongguan Street, we visited another garden. This is the salt merchant of the past. Home is very big. If you walk in it alone, you will be afraid. I guess you will get lost. The yard is divided into kitchen, back garden, library, residential area and other areas, and the most interesting is the ancient air-conditioned room-cave dwelling. It is said that it took 19 years to build this yard. What a rich family!
Because I was very tired after shopping all day, I didn't go anywhere else, so I hurried back after three o'clock in the afternoon! Although I am very tired, I really enjoyed my trip to Yangzhou today!
Fireworks March Composition 8 March is a good time to set off fireworks. I came to Yangzhou, the first city of China Canal.
Treasures of the museum
I saw a large circle of people standing there as soon as I entered the door. Looking intently, I found that it was a statue of two human heads and snakes. I didn't know it was Fuxi's portrait of Nuwa until I read the introduction.
Along the bustling crowd, I saw the "treasure of the town hall"-blue glazed plum bottle with white dragon pattern. According to the tour guide, it was used by ancient emperors to hold wine. I saw a small round bottle mouth, a chubby belly, a wide chassis, and a white Youlong on the blue bottle surface. From a distance, people have a sense of pride. According to the tour guide, this is porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty. Originally a royal item, it was later scattered among the people for various reasons. Then why is it called plum bottle instead of wine bottle? It is named for its big belly and small mouth, which can just insert two plum blossoms.
Sugar on the streets of Dongguan
Leave Yangzhou Museum and come to Dongguan Street, a delicious place in Yangzhou.
"What is this? Is it delicious? " I asked like a barrage. A shop assistant saw that I was in a hurry and smiled and replied, "This is our local unique candy. Do you want to buy two pieces to try? "
With the strong recommendation of the shop assistant, I chose the color I wanted to buy. Take out a small piece and put it in the palm of your hand. Look at it carefully: a small square about two or three centimeters long and one centimeter wide. The blue surface is dotted with black sesame seeds. It's really beautiful. Have a piece. Unexpectedly, this soft candy is so chewy that it makes me chew sesame seeds.
Flower of Slender West Lake
Walking to the gate of Slender West Lake, I saw an antique door. Into the garden, there is a sea of flowers everywhere: white tulips represent purity and elegance, and yellow nameless flowers are dazzling. What attracts me most is Qionghua. According to legend, when Yang Di was digging the Grand Canal, he heard that Qionghua was a kind of flower only found in the sky and could only be seen in Yangzhou. After he knew it, he ordered people to dig ditches to see Qionghua. Unfortunately, he didn't see it in the end.
Stopped in front of the Qionghua tree, a breeze brushed my cheek, and the flowers fell into rain. It's beautiful, but unfortunately, Emperor Yang Di didn't see it. Thought of here, I can't help shivering all over: Emperor Yang Di dug the Grand Canal and came all the way to see Qionghua, but he didn't see it at last, which really made people feel worthless for him. But looking back, it's nothing. What is the value of digging this grand canal and making it the north-south artery of the whole country?
Yangzhou is really a famous historical city, a city of food and a tourist attraction. I will come again next time!