Ancient Town Grade 1 Composition 1 The river in the ancient town is wrapped like a ribbon, and there is also an ancient town in the green water, but it looks very deep.

It is easy to think of Jiangnan water town, but this is not Jiangnan.

It's like Jiangnan, but deeper.

There are slowly flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are also ancient towns.

The ancient town also has soft water like the south of the Yangtze River, gentle.

Occasionally, passers-by throw some construction sand along the river.

The sand is always so active, causing ripples on the water surface and disturbing the peace of the ancient town.

There is a city in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a Guo in the ancient town.

Guo in the ancient town originally surrounded the city. I don't know if it was crossed during the war or something else, but there is still a section, which is no more than the width of a house.

There are some houses in the ancient town, but most of them are bungalows.

There are also some ancient houses, almost all made of wood.

The ancient wooden house is very old and dilapidated.

There is no one living in the house, most of whom have moved because they got rich.

Some pieces of wood clearly say "Down with the reactionaries", which must be from the Cultural Revolution.

The sunlight slanted on the wooden house, which was very serious.

It is said that this is a valuable tourism resource in the county. It should be unique to the ancient town.

There are not many people in the ancient town, with about a hundred households.

They probably want to see the end of the ancient town.

Ancient Town First Grade Composition 2 The sky is clear and the white clouds in the sky are as soft as cotton. It is really a good weather to go out.

Accompanied by music, our family, my uncle’s family and his friends set out for Dongsha Ancient Town.

When the car drove onto the ferry across the sea, everyone's mood suddenly brightened with the endless sea horizon.

The pressure of daily study and the intense pace of life all go with the wind.

By the time the ferry arrived at Gaoting in Daishan, it was almost 9 o'clock.

The golden rice beckoned to us along the way, the breeze blew by, and the clear river smiled at us. 20 minutes later we drove into Dongsha Ancient Town.

Although I have been here countless times, it still brings me a different style every time I come.

As the car slowly passed by, we saw sloping roofs and low houses. Many of the houses were made of wood and were full of antique charm.

Walking on the slightly uneven stone road, I looked at the red-painted wooden houses on both sides of the street.

It is usually quiet and relaxing here, far away from the bustle of the city.

But because today is a long holiday, there is an endless stream of tourists here. Look, old, young, male, female, and tourists of different skin colors from abroad are also here, bringing a rare charm to the town.

lively.

My mother said next to me that this place used to be very lively. It used to be full of pedestrians and busy traffic.

When I was a kid, I ate wontons, fried dumplings, and shrimp dumplings at street shops, and watched puppet shows during festivals.

The bustling scene at that time seemed to appear in front of my eyes... "Hey" the little boy Lele who was traveling with me brought my thoughts back to the present. The ancient town now looks more like an old man who has lost his splendor, bringing more to parents.

It's memories.

Most of the people left in the ancient town are old people who are enjoying their old age. They still retain their original simplicity and run small shops. Spark shops, comic book shops, handmade cloth shoe shops, etc. that are hard to see in the city can be found here.

turn up.

Lele, who was traveling with us, had never been here before, so he was full of curiosity about everything. He kept asking questions about this and that. After leaving this store and entering another store, we were so amused by his appearance.

laugh.

What attracted me to the whole street was the China Marine Fisheries Museum.

Walking in the Fisheries Museum, I saw various fish specimens, touched various fishing boat models, various exquisite fishermen paintings, the life and work of the original islanders who immigrated in ancient times, and the fish nets with the atmosphere of the sea.

I felt the strong strength of the fishermen and seemed to see them sweating while working.

Walking out of the old street, we came to the "old workshop" run by my aunt.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw many tourists visiting.

It was a dried incense handmade workshop that had been in operation for many years.

All the craft recipes are passed down from the previous generation. I heard from my grandma that I spent time there before I was 3 years old. Unfortunately, I no longer have those memories. I sit in this workshop again and watch the masters.

I quickly wrapped the dried incense, and I wrapped it up not to be outdone.

Ha, maybe the dried fragrant sticks from the old workshop you are eating are wrapped by me.

The excitement continued.

Unknowingly, my stomach growled, and I saw that it was past 12 o'clock. A group of 8 of us came to grandma's house to enjoy a sumptuous meal while telling the morning's travel "report".

After dinner, my mother and I went shopping again.

I went to the house where my mother used to live, ate the shrimp dumplings that my mother had eaten when she was a child, drank a cold drink called Shihua that is only available on the island, and took pictures in the mottled stone walls.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, we set foot on the road home, and my thoughts were still floating in the ancient town.

I think the ancient town will definitely regain its youthful charm, and I look forward to that day.

Guzhen first grade composition 3 Beautiful Guzhen lady: Are you okay?

On that afternoon, I was lucky enough to walk into you, and your simple figure lingered in my mind, making me want to write a letter to say hello again.

History has left many traces on you; the years have made you go from being prosperous in the past to what you are today - enjoying a piece of pure land to yourself, free from competition with the world.

In the sky, the rain is still dripping. Hold an oil-paper umbrella, walk on your bluestone path, and touch the ancient wall with your vicissitudes of life with your hands. Green moss is attached to the cracks in the wall, and it is fluffy.

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