I am in urgent need of an article about tourism.

Ah, it seems that the hardest thing is our teacher. Last winter vacation, I was asked to write a review+excerpt 10000 words. I chose Yu's Cultural Journey. The original text is as follows, for reference only:

The real power of words is what I feel in Yu's prose. I feel every word in my heart. Think about it. Influenced by many people, I read Mr. Yu's first book, Lend Me My Life, and then read Cultural Journey, Millennium Sigh and Traveler Without Borders.

When Yu's words came out, they were also read. Reading is in the Zhongzheng Library halfway up the mountain. Maybe many people read a lot. Most liberal arts students in universities are forced to get on the bus by teachers, but who will travel all the time like him? The ancients said, "Take Wan Li Road to read thousands of books", while Yu Xiansheng said, "Take Wan Li Road to write thousands of books". Words have precipitated time. Unlike what some literati wrote, they just groaned and flipped cards, and even what some literati wrote was just to slander others.

I still don't believe that people who can write these words are morally low. It's not that I haven't read books that denigrate Yu. When I saw them, I felt heartache and felt sorry for those who scolded him. They don't understand that what is really handed down will not be their slanderers, but only the accumulation of ideas. It cannot be said that the persecution of literati has never stopped since ancient times. Qin Wang burned books to bury Confucianism, which led to the ambiguity of history, the literary inquisition in Qing Dynasty, and the Cultural Revolution. Even though these were not restricted by national boundaries, Socrates, a famous philosopher, resolutely drank the poison. The pages were covered with blood. I'm glad I didn't live in the era of war, and I'm even glad I didn't live in the sixties and seventies.

I once heard two people talking in a bookstore:

"What book should I buy?"

"So much? Pick ... "

"the rest?"

"hmm? That ... that ... a little ... Come on ... "

What is a little? I stood by to ask. Can't stand the weight of his words? If you haven't seen it, who did you hear it from Yu's article is sharp-edged and sharp-edged. He will criticize a person and a social phenomenon. Who can't stand it?

No matter what others say, I will still read the book written by teacher Yu, keep reading and feel the weight of literature.

These more than 10 thousand words are not many, and they are also some of my feelings. Children in senior one may not get any deep feelings, which may also be related to their imperfect thoughts or personalities. Half of these words are for homework, and the other half is to squeeze out the depression in my heart. It makes no difference whether you look at it or not. This article is the preface of Seeing the Hometown of Mountains, and it is also a part of reading notes. I won't write without reading this book.

Writing on the computer is also for the convenience of counting words. If there are similarities, it is impossible. ...

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Taoist Pagoda is the first part of the cultural tour, and I think this one is extremely classic.

I have never been to the Mogao Grottoes. I used to want to go there. The yellow sand is rolling and the desert is lonely, but there are Dunhuang murals, which are also true and illusory. But now I really don't feel qualified to go there. I don't deserve it I can't really understand the ancient people's enthusiasm for religion, I can't really feel the efforts and dedication of modern researchers, and I can't deeply understand that the deep crisis of a nation at that time was not just foreign invasion and the weakness of the Qing government. What is the difference between going and not going? It only speeds up the speed of these colors falling off again, and how can I go to see the Tibetan Sutra Cave that I have moved away long ago? So don't go.

Dunhuang should have lost China's proudest thing. It is more brilliant than the Great Wall and more meaningful than the palace. But in the end, it was China's injury.

In the second section, I didn't write my feelings at first, but wrote two paragraphs. He wrote about how Taoist Wang whitewashed the "Tang Dynasty smile" and "Song Dynasty clothes" on the cave wall. He wrote how the Taoist king turned the plastic sculpture "a beautiful figure into pieces and a gentle smile into mud." Yu's brushwork is very light, only slightly modified, but it hurts to read. I don't think I am an emotional person. Others can see the crying story, and I just frown or deadpan at best. Maybe this time, I really felt the author's depressed mood under the text and was driven by him. I think he must be smiling bitterly when he wrote it. Bitterness is pain, and laughter is miserable.

After a while, there is a feeling of truth and illusion:

I can hardly speak, only those brushes and hammers are shaking in front of me. "Stop it!" I cried out in pain at the bottom of my heart, only to see the Taoist king turn his face and be full of doubts. Yes, he is tidying up his house. Why do idle people make trouble? I even want to kneel down to him and beg him in a low voice, "Please wait, wait …" But what are you waiting for? My heart is pale.

Answer supplement

The above is part of the original text. There is more than half here.

About the description of Jiangnan, the article of Jiangnan town is here; cid= 143