Essay on the story of beautiful town

Watch the Sanqin fireworks in the cloud and listen to the rain at the window. Choke into Chongqing's main Tianjin, collecting the clear water of Tuojiang River and Fujiang River. A river and a city should rhyme into life. People living in Vietnam have cultivated this hot land for generations.

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The county seat of my hometown, originally I thought it was very small. The small one can only accommodate the local accent and those silent white walls and tiles, or the dripping rain, lazy sunshine shining on the branches, a few chirping birds, street vendors and storytelling in the teahouse.

But now, it's far from what I expected. In March, the willows reach the water, and the shadows make waves. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the lonely bamboo fence. They don't care. Nobody cares. Maybe time will be dyed into a peach note and send a letter to someone who misses you far away. The stone road is connected with the building, and the winding Yueyang River quietly flows through the naked body of the city, rubbing every inch of its skin, and then rushing to the fields and the distance. Rows of high-rise buildings are lost in a lush life and intoxicated.

Occasionally, I heard some soft words from Wu Nong. Most of these strangers are' businessmen' who come to invest in Zhou Pu.

"Boss, a bowl of sad bean jelly." The guest has been sitting in any corner for a long time, smoking and sweating. "This spicy is really overbearing." Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, but you can't stop. Chopsticks still reach into the bowl involuntarily. It goes without saying that sad bean jelly is the easiest to miss home, and these foreign wanderers will also think of their homeland and mother. The bitterness in life and the five flavors in life will naturally taste one or two in a delicious meal.

"Boss, fry a can of meat for me. I heard that this is a specialty of your Zhou Pu? " The boss was all smiles. Needless to say, there was no refrigerator in ancient times, so it was very inconvenient to meet people and guests at home suddenly. The market was still far away at that time. Almost all the people in Bashu cook jar meat and oil pan bottom meat, which is also convenient for storage. Home visit is a good dish.

The people killed Nian pig in the New Year, so they kept what was suitable for jar meat for later use, so that they could eat it for several months. Due to the rainy and humid weather in central Sichuan, smoked bacon will grow mildew in a few months, while jar meat can be preserved for a long time in a fully enclosed jar. Taiwan Province, which is rich but not greasy and suitable for all kinds of fresh vegetables, has naturally become a delicious dish, so it has been passed down to this day.

There is still a lot of stress in cooking jar meat, with a layer of shredded radish pickles, a layer of fried golden meat pier, spiced powder to taste, and then jar vegetables with shredded radish and beans. The shredded radish for pickles needs to be dried, otherwise the jar meat will be sour. The extra fat of meat will be absorbed by pickles, and meat has the fragrance of vegetables, and vegetables have the rich fragrance of meat, which is good for Peng. It tastes fat but not greasy, and melts in the mouth. As long as the meat is put into the pot, the smell of meat will be sensed invisibly, and the wind can smell it far away.

Several real estate owners listened to the store. Before the food was served, the saliva had been ringing in their throats for a long time, knocking on the bowl to urge the boss to eat.

Monopterus albus, cold rice rolls, stewed chicken with dried bamboo shoots and mullet ... When it comes to eating in Zhou Pu, that's enough.

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After eating, you can also go to Jue Yuan Cave, Qianfo Temple and Wooden Door Temple around the nearby county seat. Zhou Pu is known as the hometown of China stone carving and Buddha carving, which can be compared with Dazu stone carving. Stone carvings originated in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty. The Buddha statues are lifelike. Therefore, pilgrims in Zhou Pu are very prosperous. Don't be surprised if you see the kindness of the elderly, the eyes of boys and girls like a clear pool of water and the sunshine of children. Treasure land is cultivated by regional humanistic customs and ancient customs.

If you are tired, you can go to the Thin Poetry Pavilion in nanshan park. This used to be the place where the poet Jia Dao stopped. Perhaps he was fascinated by the bell of Jue Yuan Cave and the sound of wooden fish, so he put down his so-called reputation here and watched dragons and phoenixes dance among pieces of purple bamboo. I don't know, at that time, did he pray for the national luck of the Tang Dynasty and put his hands together in Jue Yuan Cave? He finally chose to live in peace in this land.

Standing in the Xiao Zhong Pavilion, you can see the whole picture of Zhou Pu. When War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression was here, many people left and never came back. China's volunteers fought in Korea, and some were buried on the other side of the Yalu River, just across the river. I think they are fighting for their own country, and they don't want to let the multinational Coalition forces of American imperialism drink the Yalu River and let their land be invaded by other countries again. They are loyal to their country. I wonder if they are filial to their parents. If it is, I think it is filial piety! How can there be a home without a country? Yue Fei's mother tattooed the words "loyal to the country" on her back. Hua Mulan joined the army as her father, and Mu took the lead. Who among them is not a hero model?

Everything was born in the spring rain overnight, the lights in the new city were like rainbows, and the Tallinn star emblem shone. There is a river with catkins to protect the embankment in the old city. How many shops are hung with bead curtains, which seem impenetrable and make people think. Is the shopkeeper an old man in He Yan? Or a teenager with a well-proportioned tree? Or a graceful girl?

The long bluestone rain lane didn't respond. I seemed to see a girl like lilac. I glanced at it, but I didn't see what it looked like under the oil-paper umbrella. I saw a rainy lane covered with moss and blue bricks, with a long shadow, but I don't know why I am so lonely and sad.