Play Zhao Jiabao's 300-word composition

Interesting, I went to Zhaojiabao twice a week, even I didn't expect it myself.

During the summer vacation, my studio was very busy, and there were classes every day except Thursday. There are several special students in my summer vacation group. They are college students returning home from college holidays. They came to my studio to help and work as teaching assistants, which freed me from the busy predicament. They are all my students. They studied painting in my studio and went to college. They are willing to volunteer for free.

Last Saturday, Yong Jie, a college student, said to me: Teacher Hu, it's really tiring to attend class every day! Take us out to play some day? I agreed to his proposal at once, and I really wanted to go out for a walk.

Where are you going? We have a headache for this tourist attraction. Because there is only one day off, I can only go back that day and can't go too far. But too close is boring, such as Yundongyan and Longjia Mountain Villa. Everyone has gone to rot and doesn't want to go again. I want to go to Nanjing Tulou, and traveling to Tulou is one of my dreams. Unexpectedly, I asked the driver, it takes four hours to drive back and forth, and it takes half a day. How to play? Later, someone suggested going to Zhaojiabao, which is not far from Haicheng and no one has been there, so Zhaojiabao was fixed as a tourist place.

We went by chartered bus. We chartered an eight-seater car. The driver knows me well. His daughter is studying painting in my studio. If I rent a car, I will call him.

Zhaojiabao is in Zhangpu, the car enters Zhaojiabao area, and the charming pastoral scenery on the field is intoxicating! This should be my guess: the Royal Castle must be built in a beautiful place.

But Zhao Jiabao is not hidden in the lush green trees, which I didn't expect. When the car drove into the cement road leading to Zhaojiabao, I saw from a distance that it was facing the gate of the main road. The tower is covered with dust and is not spectacular at all. The mottled walls extending from the left and right sides of the tower give people an impulse to explore.

To get in, you have to buy a ticket, one for 15 yuan. The driver said, and then gave me a sly smile: However, I have acquaintances and we will try not to buy tickets.

Do you know that?/You know what? I have questions.

The driver smiled again and drove to the door of a "farm food" shop on the side of the road, only 50 or 60 meters away from the gate of Zhaojiabao. The driver entered the shop and chatted intimately with the tall male shopkeeper. After a while, the shopkeeper strode to the square at the city gate and shouted at someone. We entered Zhaojiabao smoothly, and no one stopped us from getting the tickets.

There are a group of people in the cave of the city gate, some selling things, some chatting with children and enjoying the cool. They should all be local people. The driver told us that it was best to hire a tour guide for 30 yuan, so that swimming would be interesting. It means a lot to me. When I asked the driver where to find a tour guide, a woman at the door gave the child in her arms to another woman, saying that she was a tour guide.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at her like a sketch to see the overall effect.

Short-sleeved shirt with black stripes on a white background, dark gray jeans, red slippers and dark skin make people feel like dirt, and they are completely the image of a village girl working on the threshing floor.

Are you a tour guide? I sneer.

She didn't say anything. She never thought about whether I should hire her or not. She strode straight ahead of the team and will lead us on the road.

Hello, do you need a guide? I used my quick wits to yell at the students. I want to resign this tour guide on behalf of the students, who may feel distressed about the 30 yuan tour guide fee.

I didn't expect the students to say in unison:-Yes. Let me fail in my attempt to fire her.

Then hit the road. I said with a wry smile.

The guide led us to the right, with a stone road at our feet, mottled walls on the right and quaint bungalows on the left. A clear voice came out from the guide's mouth generate:

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Yuan Army invaded south on a large scale. With the Yuan army attacking the cliff mountain in Guangdong, the Da Song Dynasty died after Prime Minister Lu Xiufu jumped into the sea with his young emperor on his back. However, Zhao Ruohe, the king of Minchong County who took the young emperor south, led the fleet to seize the port and rushed out of the cliff. After returning to Fujian, he encountered a storm and had to land in Zhangpu, where he lived in seclusion for a lifetime. In the fifth year of Qin Long in Ming Dynasty, Zhao Fan, the tenth grandson of Zhao Ruohe, was a scholar and served as a soldier in the Ministry of Housing and Foreign Affairs. After returning to his hometown, he found the former emperor to build his former residence. Seeing that the buildings in his ancestral home were faintly discernible, he built a castle according to the pattern of the Song Dynasty. This is the origin of the "Wan Bilou" in the internal insurance now. In the forty-eighth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Gong Rui, the son of Zhao Fan, accepted his father's order to expand the castle and made a special trip to Kaifeng and Hangzhou to inspect the architectural layout of the Song Dynasty in detail. After returning, he expanded the castle and built the outer wall according to this blueprint. As a result, today's ancient buildings imitating the Song Dynasty were formed.

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I can't believe that she knows so much about the history of Zhaojiabao and narrates it so fluently. Where is she a village girl on the threshing floor? !

Her Mandarin is clear, clear and standard, and there is no local Minnan accent. This is still incomparable to me who is used to speaking Mandarin.

I was shocked inside. I said to the students: You have been studying in Fuzhou for more than a year, and I dare say that your Mandarin is not as good as hers.

The students smiled awkwardly.

Under a 300-year-old banyan tree, after listening to her wonderful explanation, I couldn't help but look at her again, this time seriously. This time, "I discovered a new continent!" -I found that in her dark face, she actually has very delicate facial features. The more you look at it, the more exquisite it becomes, and finally she is associated with beauty. She belongs to the kind of person who looks bad at first sight, and the more she looks, the more she feels.

I feel this woman is unusual! Can't help but sit up and take notice of her.

Are you a local? I asked. She nodded.

Have you ever been to college? It feels like you've slept together. I asked some stupid questions.

She was smart enough to answer noncommittally. Up to now, I can't judge her educational level.

Was the baby you were holding in your hand just now yours? I asked again.

No, it belongs to relatives. She said, am I old?

The woman holding the baby is an old woman. I said.

But I think you are younger now than before. I added.

She smiled, neat rows of white eyes and teeth, as white as ice and snow.

I was born in 1992. She smiled again, revealing that her age was calm.

My daughter is two years older. I said, it's not easy!

Life is a university, she said. Children in our countryside live more independently.

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She led us through the side bridge, the back garden, the military field, the Zhao ancestral hall, the reading school, and finally to the Wanbi Building, the essence of Zhao Jiabao. Under her explanation, the word "Wan Bilou" is meaningful and thought-provoking. ...

We all took a photo at the gate of the tower. Before leaving, she said to me: Add my QQ and send the photos to my QQ. I nodded.

Go home and turn on the computer. I added her QQ and opened her QQ photo album. I saw a fashionable girl! Beautiful girl! She is fashionable, well dressed, young and beautiful, and extremely exquisite! I didn't see her today. It's a heaven and a world. God, there are no ugly women in this world, only women who can't dress up.

I chatted with her on QQ, and she said that she went to help her relatives with farm work today without changing clothes. I happened to meet you looking for a tour guide, so I went on. I said I hardly want you, you know? She said something meaningful: you men always judge a book by its cover!

Another Thursday, I led a new group of students to set off. During the summer vacation, I opened an outdoor landscape painting class. I copied it for a month in July and took them out to sketch in August. I set the sketch site in Zhaojiabao. This time there were many people, including two small ones. I left a message for the tour guide QQ: I will take the students to Zhaojiabao on Thursday, and please be a tour guide then. She replied: very good.

The first trip to Zhaojiabao was the same as last time, but when the car stopped at the gate of "Peasant Food", the situation changed in an unexpected direction! The driver told me that if I want to go to town for free this time, I must have lunch at a "farm food". I nodded in agreement. Last time we came out from Zhaojiabao, we went to Tianfu Teahouse and had lunch there because it was still early and it was not noon. I feel guilty at the thought that the owner of "farm food" helped us for no reason, saving us the money for tickets.

When the shopkeeper heard that we were going to have lunch in his shop, he took my hand and left happily. Also in Chengmen Square, he shouted to the ticket office on the right: This is a friend of mine who is a teacher and wants to take students in for a visit. There seems to be a sigh in the ticket office. The shopkeeper said, ok, you can go in. I said I would call a tour guide. This statement is broken! The shopkeeper raised his hand and called his name to another room. A strange woman rushed out and came to us with a smile. I immediately ate coptis silently and said, I don't want her! The driver pinched my arm twice and said that she was the boss's niece. She's amazing!

There are two big differences between this tour guide and the last one. First of all, she has a microphone in her mouth, a micro-speaker hanging from her waist and the equipment of a professional tour guide. Last time, the one who didn't have these things made the oratorio; The second big difference is that the route is reversed. She left and went straight to "Wan Bilou", which was terrible! The tourist routes are getting better and better. The farther you go, the better the scenery, and finally it will reach its climax. She actually showed the most wonderful places to everyone from the beginning, and then all the scenic spots were boring. I gave her an aesthetic lesson: tourist routes are like chewing sugar cane. You have to chew from the end, and the sweeter you chew, the more you can arouse the aesthetic feeling and lead to enjoyment. She said indignantly: this is the traditional route! I said I would change. The tour guide took a good route last time.

When we were out of town, I took a look at the ticket office room. Suddenly I saw the last tour guide standing under the eaves looking at us. I raised my hand and greeted her from a distance. She waved back. I saw that she was still wearing that old-fashioned dress-a short-sleeved shirt with black stripes on a white background, dark gray jeans and red slippers on her feet.