Composition for the first grade of primary school (600 words): Entering Kashgar-My mother's travel notes

Topic of composition: Walking into Kashgar-Mom's Travel Notes

Keywords: Kashgar Travel Notes Primary School Grade One

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This composition (600 words) is about the first grade of primary school (600 words). The title is: Entering Kashgar-My Mother's Travel Notes. Everyone is welcome to contribute.

Walk into Kashgar

People often say that I haven't been to Xinjiang until I get to Kashgar, but I, a Xinjiang girl born and raised in Urumqi, have never been able to go to this long-awaited place. At the beginning of 2005, I came to Kuqa county, which is more than 700 kilometers away from Kashgar, because of my work needs. Before returning to Luoyang, I finally realized my dream-I walked into Kashgar.

According to the local tour guide, Kashgar is located at the westernmost tip of China, known as the "hometown of singing and dancing", the intersection of the north and south roads of the ancient Silk Road, and the city with the strongest ethnic customs of the Uighurs in Xinjiang. Many businessmen and passers-by stay here, leaving behind a large number of cultural relics and historical sites, making the city gradually become an increasingly mysterious and prosperous tourist destination.

Kashgar is short for Kashgar, which means that it is a place like jade, and this is where the singer Dao Lang sang the classic song Populus euphratica in Kashgar. It is said that the Populus euphratica here has grown for 3,000 years and remained immortal for 3,000 years. After/kloc-0.5 billion years, it will become a beautiful wood fossil-silicified wood.

When I went to Kashgar, it was 165438+ late October. We set out from Kuqa in the morning, passed through Aksu, the western pearl, and Wensu County, south of the Great Wall, and finally arrived in Kashgar at dusk. Kashgar at night is beautiful. We strolled in the streets of Kashgar, and from time to time we saw handsome little Balang and Uighur girls wearing colorful gauze skirts. The streets are full of neon and excitement. Jewelry shops, tin shops and knife shops are dazzling, and there are all kinds of shouts with Uighur characteristics. The smell of kebabs permeates it. We feasted our eyes on the Uighur girls and boys gathered in twos and threes. They played the blues in winter, drummed tambourines and sang and danced on the edge of the street.

People who come to Kashgar will go to the largest Ejina Mosque in Xinjiang and the legendary imperial concubine, which has a history of more than 500 years, but I am deeply attracted by this mysterious ancient city of Kashgar. Before I arrived in Kashgar, my talkative friends said that the old city is the most beautiful and distinctive place in Kashgar, because it is located on a 400-meter-high platform, also known as "Gao Tai Folk Houses".

In the morning, we drove to the old city. Soon, a rustic and shabby residential building appeared in front of us, and the overpasses and hanging buildings, high or low, seemed to be crumbling and would collapse at any time. Looking at this building in sharp contrast with the bustling city, I was vaguely disappointed. I'm afraid it's the result of those friends' "sophistry".

The gate of the old city is in an obscure alley. A few Uighur boys with flowered hats and eyebrows moving and women who completely covered their faces with black or brown headscarves enthusiastically introduced us to the "simplicity and simplicity" and "great personality" of this century-old house, saying that it was a photographer's paradise.

With a skeptical attitude, I spent 30 yuan money to buy a ticket and walked into the old city. When I reached the end of the alley, my eyes suddenly opened up. I was surprised to find that the city actually extends in all directions. The low gates of Wei Yard can be seen everywhere. More than 40 alleys are winding and criss-crossing, and the traditional earthenware workshops, ethnic flower hats and blacksmiths scattered in the corners make the town look like a mysterious castle in the15th and 6th centuries. The whole city is like a maze. If you are not careful, you will get lost. We walked through the dark alley and inadvertently entered a room with a kang platform, a carpet and magnificent decoration. Only then did we know that we had gone to someone else's house, and the Uighur elders basking in the sun at the door were squinting and smiling, as if they were used to tourists who were "lost" like us. Listening to him tell us in fluent Chinese, it is easy to get lost, just walk along the hexagonal brick road, but accidentally walk on the rectangular brick road, either into someone else's house or into a dead end. Looking at the smiling face of the old man full of vicissitudes and enthusiasm, drinking the fragrant milk tea that the old man entertained us, I really feel that this is another "Peach Blossom Garden".

If the colorful customs of ethnic minorities in Kashgar fascinate me, then the endless glacier desert and snowy peaks and green lakes on Kunlun Mountain fascinate me even more.

On the third day here, we went to Karakuli Lake, a rare plateau lake more than 90 kilometers away from Kashgar/Kloc-0. Perhaps for convenience, the locals called it "Kahu" for short. Kahu Lake is located in Pamirs, the starting point of Kunlun Mountain, and is called "the roof of the world". It is 3600 meters above sea level and 30 meters deep, with a total area of 10 square kilometer. In order to become "good friends" with Kahu, we invited a tour guide to accompany us regardless of the inconvenience of crowded carriages. The tour guide is very humorous. He introduced himself to us and said, "My name is Hu and my name is Hu Dao. Please come with me." .

When the car started, we walked west along the China-Pakistan International Friendship Highway (National Highway 3 14). Camels and antelopes constantly appear on both sides of the road, which makes us happy. The unique "colorful mountain" in Xinjiang can not be separated from us. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the grotesque peaks on the mountain are colorful and enchanting. After walking for four hours, the snow-capped mountains on the Pamirs gradually appeared in our sight. Huge mountains stand on the roadside, and we can clearly see the glaciers shining in the sun. Further up, you will see a high mountain, covered with snow, with white hair and beard. Hu Dao said that it is the neighbor of Kahu-Mustag Atta, which has the reputation of "the father of icebergs". It is said that the glaciers on the mountain have gathered here for thousands of years, and it is the second famous mountaineering spot in China besides Mount Everest, and Kahu is the base camp of climbers.

There is also a beautiful legend about them: a long time ago, there lived an iceberg princess in Muztag Ata. She fell in love with the Prince of Snow Mountain who lives opposite Gong Geer Peak. The cruel king was very unhappy when he learned that, so he split two connected peaks with a magic stick and separated them. Later, because Princess Iceberg missed the Prince of Snow Mountain day and night, tears kept pouring out, and finally it became a deep and dark Lake Karakuri.

We finally arrived at Lake Karakuri! She snuggled up to Mustagaatta and looked so gentle and quiet. Gong Geer Peak and Jiubie Peak in Gong Geer, which are distributed around her, add to her magic and beauty. Due to the cold weather on the plateau, by 1 1 month, the lake was frozen. The frozen lake is the same color as the ice peak, and the scenery is more charming, with a stirring momentum. Hu Dao told us that if you come in July and August, it will be another scene. Visitors can paddle a small rubber boat in the lake, enjoy the reflection of the white silver peak, the green grassland and the cattle by the lake, and have a panoramic view of the exceptionally beautiful Pamirs.

Breathing the fresh, clean and cold mountain breeze, watching the black yak walking leisurely by my side, I seem to be in a quiet and elegant fairyland. It's like a fairy tale world covered with snow and ice, like a bright and priceless pearl. The clear lake and crystal-clear mountain peaks never seem to have the noise and troubles of the world, which makes me truly feel the infinite charm of nature.

With infinite sadness and attachment, I left Karakuli, the maze-like old city, the hot land of blue sky, white clouds and iceberg rivers, and the place where dreams and thoughts danced. But my heart is still wandering here and I don't want to leave for a long time. I will continue to indulge in the dreams of glaciers, oasis canyons, mountains and lakes. Perhaps only the loud cry of Kazakh herdsmen on horseback can make me clearly realize that this is not a fairyland, but a paradise on earth!