Charming ziquejie composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. How to write a good composition? The following is my charming composition in Ziquejie, hoping to help everyone.

Charming Ziquejie Composition 1 One day in the summer vacation, at my father's suggestion, my family planned to travel to the new Ziquejie terraced fields.

On the way there, I asked my father what kind of place Ziquejie Terrace was. Is it beautiful? Dad replied: "The purple magpie world is not only beautiful, but also big. Its area is more than 80,000 mu, which has been more than 2,000 years. It is the wisdom and crystallization of the ancient working people. " After listening to my father's words, I was even more excited and wanted to fly to the world of purple magpie.

After two hours' journey, we finally arrived at Ziquejie Terrace. As my father said, although it is not as beautiful as Hani terraced fields in Yunnan and as spectacular as Longsheng terraced fields in Guangxi, it also has a unique flavor. From a distance, the terraced fields look like a pile of silver snakes piled together, and from a close look, they look like a series of ascending steps.

We first came to the foot of the terrace. This is everyone's "residential area". Although there are not many people here, there are many crops!

Go up two miles and you will reach the "body" of the terrace. The terraces here are very beautiful, the buildings are criss-crossing and the lines are smooth, just like silver snakes scrambling to swim forward.

The "head" of the terrace is the most beautiful. Every evening, there will be a beautiful and spectacular sea of clouds in the sky, as if the sea is on the horizon and the wind is whistling, which is very beautiful!

Happy time always passes so fast, I will go home soon, and I am reluctant to leave the world of Zique. I thought to myself: when can I enjoy the fruits of the ancients' labor again?

Last night, our tourist bus boarded the Zique World in the dark, and the owner of the farmhouse warmly received us. The dishes on the table are all local home-cooked dishes, frozen fish, dried bamboo shoots and tofu, and all of them are eaten up. The deskmate said that eating this table is like returning home. The owner of the farmhouse took us to Purple Qin Lou. After washing clothes, we opened the window and a crescent moon hung on the horizon. The air was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, trees and earth, and the frog began to croak for the second time. Tits are chirping in the distance. I went downstairs in my clothes and walked on the terrace outside the building. By the dim moonlight, I was surprised to find that we were in the middle of the terraced fields!

The innkeeper is still awake, sitting on the wooden chair outside the house. One is smoking and the other is peeling bamboo shoots. They all replied with a smile, yes. The wooden house in the mountain is shining in the dark, and the moonlight in the sky comes out of the fog and shines on the moon field outside. I saw terraces in my dream. The master's wife saw me in high spirits and said, I'll walk with you for a while. We walked across the field. Just now, after the farmhouse, teachers and male students pushed cups for a change in the moonlight, which made them feel happy. We walked into a farmer's house, and the old man was resting outside, saying it was a little stuffy and it would rain tomorrow. Xin Haotian has dug the front ridge of the ridge, covered it and dug the back ridge. I said, do you want to catch water when the thunderstorm comes? Our Leigongchang in western Hunan depends on the rain in the sky for food. The old man said, we have sand here and granite inside. Rainwater permeates the sand and flows into the granite stratum on the surface. Water can be flushed everywhere. The ridge behind the field is a well, and gurgling water flows out. Don't worry about the rapids. The trees on our mountain can't be cut down unless you build a house. Where there are trees, there is water. This old saying has been passed down from generation to generation. This terrace is cultivated by hand, and there are many fields. Not to mention the threshing machine, it has to be dug manually with a hoe and leveled. Planting seedlings is also manual, one tree at a time, with more than a dozen processes. Finally, counting the working days of pesticides and fertilizers is tantamount to doing it in vain, and young people are reluctant to come back to farm. Now that tourism has developed, we old people in the mountains are also happy to cultivate our land. When we saw that the crops in the field were growing well and the rice was ripe, rows of them hung on the ridges, and the hills and ridges swept the whole mountain. Tourists flocked to this mountain for leisure sightseeing, and we were very happy all day. Coming out of the old man, I came to purple Qin Lou. The moon rose very high, and two stars climbed up the hill terrace at the top of the mountain. The teacher and his classmates stopped making noise and were still chatting. Back in the bedroom, I fell asleep in the haze.

In the morning, the twittering of birds woke me up, washed me, opened the window and opened a picture scroll in front of me. There are bright terraces on the hills now, and rows of terraces are in the distance. I took a fully charged mobile phone and ran to the terraced fields to feel the watery terraced fields. Terraces built on steep mountain slopes are as thin as crescent moon, sickle and silverware from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. After breakfast, the sound was like spring thunder and the rain fell. We walked at the foot of the mountain with umbrellas and watched the terraces rise in the rain and fog. Looking from the railing, the terraced fields in the rain are unique and shaped like gossip, hence the name Baguatai. The distant mountains are misty with smoke, such as yarn and smoke. I took several photos in succession. The tour guide said, strangely, it rained this time, and the distant mountains are still clearly visible. God may want everyone to see the misty rain platform.

The tour guide took us to exchange views constantly. Everywhere we went, from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, we saw a picture of a fairyland on earth. Finally, we came to the top of the mountain. In the rain, we looked at the hazy ink paintings. The ancient terraces were like bright guzheng strings, and the raindrops struck the classical melody and echoed in the ethereal and far-reaching valley. The song of the famous "Folk Queen" in Loudi drifted in from the rain. I stood quietly on the observation deck, overlooking this magical land. I seem to see that the terraced fields are full of seedlings, and the cultivation in Miao Yao has changed from lush to golden. Chiyou stepped barefoot on this land, from the bright moon in Qin Dynasty. The ears of rice in Redmi are covered with ridges. In the quaint terraced fields, farmers have harvested thousands of years of fragrance. This rain, this mountain spring, irrigates terraces, every hill is a legend, and every hill has the blood and sweat of our ancestors. Under the contest between man and nature, we saw the harmony between ancestors and nature, and saw the inheritance of Miao and Yao fishing and hunting culture and rice farming culture. We can't help but sigh, what wonderful terraces on the earth.

On the way back, the rain stopped and the bus circled the winding mountain road. Through the window, I looked back at this misty terrace. This cascade of terraced fields, like a historical picture that everyone in the world can read, has become heavier here and settled down in my heart. I firmly remember this place called Zimagpie World.

Charming Ziquejie Composition 3 During the May Day holiday, my mother took my brother and me to Ziquejie in Xinhua County.

Depart from Changsha in the evening and arrive at Ziquejie Scenic Area in the middle of the night. As our hotel is located at the top of the mountain, the car winds up the mountain along the steep mountain road. About 2 kilometers away from the hotel, the bus can't get in, so we have to walk up. We got off with our bags on our backs. I was attracted by the stars as soon as I got off the bus! The dark mountain road is in sharp contrast with the bright starry sky. They are scattered all over the place, and each star is like a sparkling eye, blinking as if welcoming guests from afar! I seemed to blend in and arrived at the hotel before I knew it.

In the morning, everyone woke up in the crow of the rooster. I can't wait to run downstairs and enjoy the famous terraced fields of Zique! The water on the terraces sparkles in the sun, and the terraces are distinct. The surrounding jungle guards the terraced fields, and the clouds in the distance are like fairyland on earth! Overlooking the terraced fields from a height is like enjoying a beautiful picture scroll, which is intoxicating.

But why build terraces? Because there are many mountains and no fields in Ziquejie. So, with their wisdom, hardworking and kind-hearted ancients cultivated a series of terraces on the hillside, each with a small hole to draw down the spring water on the mountain, and terraces did just that! This trip to Ziquejie let me know-the terraced fields in Ziquejie reflect the wisdom of the ancients; There is no Shantang reservoir here, and there is no need for artificial water diversion irrigation. Natural gravity irrigation system is amazing! This gravity irrigation system is called "the miracle of water conservancy irrigation project in the world"!

I have to sigh that the wisdom of the ancients is profound and profound. I will study hard in the future and make my due contribution to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland!

Charming Ziquejie Composition 4 In a blink of an eye, it's the first 1 1 small holiday. This year's holiday is a bit special. Because of the epidemic, we can only play in the city, so this eleventh holiday, we chose Ziquejie in Xinhua County.

As soon as you enter the scenic spot, your eyes will be attracted by the terraces on the mountains on both sides of the road. Beautiful curves are arranged neatly, as if someone is directing them, but in my opinion, they are like dams, and the whole Ziquejie is like a huge water conservancy project, which irrigates the farmland of the whole Ziquejie. What is particularly amazing is that the people here in Zique are blessed with unique advantages. These terraces have no ponds, reservoirs and artificial water diversion irrigation. It is actually a natural gravity irrigation system, comparable to Dujiangyan and Lingqu, and it is a miracle of water conservancy irrigation projects in the world.

Walking in the terraced fields, Daoxiang came to my face and flashed in my mind again. Grandpa Yuan Longping once talked about his dream of enjoying the cool under the grass. Now Grandpa Yuan has left us, but this spirit has always been with us. As teenagers in the new era, we should inherit the spirit of our ancestors and work hard to realize the Chinese dream.

Walking up the mountain road, there are many observation platforms, and you can enjoy the terraces from different angles, but to say that I am most unforgettable, it must be the sunrise in Ziquejie.

"Rinrin Bell ..." A small alarm clock rang, but it sounded like the roar of a wild animal to me, which woke me up from the swamp bed and looked at my watch. Damn it! It's only half past four! I was about to fall down and go back to sleep when my father hit me on the head with his clothes. "Put it on, let's go." Dad said coldly.

Through the winding mountain road, I finally came to the top of the mountain. Although the mountain is not very high, my sense of accomplishment is bursting. Standing on the top of the mountain, the moon is still shining in the sky. Suddenly, the sky brightened. At this time, I couldn't hide my inner excitement and thought: the sun is finally coming out! I stared at the sun so intently that I didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing this wonderful scene in the blink of an eye.

I see the horizon in the east is getting redder and redder. Suddenly, a dazzling red ball appeared quietly from the top of the mountain over there. Less than half of the sun rushed out of the horizon. The sun rose higher and higher, and before you know it, it has already risen by half. Then it rises into the blue sky, emitting every ray of light in your body and turning the sky into red. At this time, the mountains are completely bathed in golden sunshine, and the whole earth is full of vitality. And I, bathed in the warm sunshine, feel relaxed and happy, just like eating a refreshing fairy fruit, my whole body is relaxed and full of motivation. At that moment, I felt that the treatment we paid was worth it!

On the way back, our car took a spin on the winding mountain road. Through the window, I looked back at this beautiful terrace. This cascade of terraced fields, like a historical picture that people all over the world can read, has become heavier here and settled down in my heart. I firmly remember this place called Ziquejie.

Charming Ziquejie Composition 5 is full of spring and vitality. The clouds are steaming and the grass is green. The quiet sloping soil is full of elegant and refreshing beauty. This is the photographer's darling, this is the most proud masterpiece of nature, and this is the most precious wealth of farmers in past dynasties-Ziquejie.

During the Spring Festival, the cold recedes and flowers bloom. The world of purple magpie, which has been sleeping for a winter, is finally willing to open the snow-white bedding, smile at the blue sky in Wan Li and listen to the birds singing.

Diligence and simplicity are the spiritual qualities of everyone who works hard. The terraced fields in early spring are still a little cold. It seems that they can't stop farming. They have enough enthusiasm. Still a kind of enjoyment. On the quiet hillside, in the season when everything is revived and the grass grows and the warblers fly. With clumsy and honest scalpers, they are like gems embedded in endless spring.

Spring ploughing is not just loosening the soil, plowing the fields, sowing seeds and sowing seedlings. More is to sow the seeds of hope and take good care of them when the sun is shining and the spring is warm in bloom, hoping for a good harvest in autumn. In fact, most of them are farmers except those who beg on their knees in rags. They have time to work hard, have time to wait, and of course have time to reap success. It's just that they are not in this world of purple magpies with abrupt mountains and beautiful cultural scenery. It seems a pity.

On the solstice of summer, the mountains are lush and full of green is particularly beautiful in the world of magpie. There are clouds floating around the mountainside, like fairy fog falling nine days away. Layers of terraces are strewn at random and criss-crossed. There are several farmhouses on the hillside. Their sun and moon guard this terrace. Seedling raising and sowing in early spring have been carefully taken care of. In this way, every bit of green is spliced into a green sea of Wang Yang.

It is nothing more than this gorgeous and beautiful coat, which gives back to the hard-working farmers. The hardships they have paid may be unbearable for ordinary people. It also reflects the quality of ancient cultural inheritance. Inherited the tireless spirit of Miao and Yao when they cultivated terraces. What is before us now is a magnificent picture scroll, which is also the spiritual totem that Zique people have always believed in.

The hoe in the hands of farmers has long been beautified by the world as an artifact for carving nature. Carving out the famous terraced fields kingdom in Wan Li is amazing. There are countless tourists coming here. How many people stay here, unwilling to return. During the day, I never tire of listening to the murmur between the surging green sea and the rolling mountains. At night, I can enjoy endless fun and laughter.

The bright morning sun opened a slightly heavy twilight. When you listen to the dreamy and realistic breathing, the lush Mie gently bends down to say hello to you. Whether you respond lazily or not, it remains humbly in that position. Because rice is almost full. Because the crystal dew has not been picked.

Summer should be very hot, but no matter what time you are in the day, the green sea will make you feel cool. This is another gift from Ziquejie to hardworking farmers.

In the autumn harvest season, cicadas are singing and magpies are singing. The farmer took a comfortable nap in the field, as if the green seedlings cultivated in spring and protected in summer were still swaying in the wind and shining brightly in the photographer's lens. When I opened my eyes, there was gold everywhere, which made people overjoyed.

Those wounds that were kissed by unknown insects when transplanting rice, and those dark circles that were saved by pests through daily hard work … vanished in an instant.

Sunlight dyed the clouds rainbow-like, and the halo squeezed out of the clouds was exactly the same as the gold of the earth. On the hillside, farmers are harvesting rice everywhere. A busy harvest scene. Put the square bucket in the ground and dress up the full rice one by one. This harvesting method is a rice-beating method that has been washed for a long time and rarely preserved. It makes people curious and can't help but want to try it. When farmers get up, they can't help humming folk songs handed down from generation to generation. The rich harvest atmosphere makes every farmer and tourist enjoy it.

Ziquejie terraced fields have rich natural resources since ancient times. There is a natural irrigation system, and the irrigated mountain springs trickle and never dry up, so the magpie world can grow good crops under any circumstances.

This is also one of the reasons why Qin Tianxiang chose Ziquejie as the production base. Qin Tianxiang has always made his own contribution to health and cultural undertakings, and he has a special liking for the Millennium terraced field culture in Ziquejie. ...

It was an afternoon in early summer thirty-three years ago.

At that time, the traffic in central Hunan did not know what cement road was and what asphalt road was. A bumpy gravel road twists and turns, extending from Xinhua County to the towering Xuefeng Mountain.

The car is an old Beijing jeep, like an old man with severe asthma, walking at a turtle speed on a mountain road surrounded by peaks. Drivers always seem to be affected by car problems. He coughed a few times from time to time, but he didn't refuse the cigarette I handed him. He smiled and said, "Xiao He, you haven't walked such a bad road, have you?" Hold on to the handrail and be careful not to bump your nose. I'm afraid you can't find someone. "

After lunch in a small town called Shuiche, the mountain road became more and more difficult to walk. The mountain is steep, and the S-shaped highway becomes a vine, circling around the mountain, which makes people dizzy. I sat on the right and looked out of the window. The roadside is an abyss, and the road dances with the wind like a fairy's fluttering skirt. Below is a farm farmhouse the size of a matchbox. Too scared to look again. After several turns, I couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity and turned to look out. Hey, the scenery has changed. Outside the window, a pile of terraces is surrounded by mountains. Under the sunshine, it is like a mirror with different shapes, flashing green brilliance and dazzling. Lao Feng, who is a local in the same car, told me that this mountain is called Ziquejie, and there are tens of thousands of acres of terraces on it.

The jeep finally reached the top of the mountain with a crunch. Let's get off. Before adding water to the boiling water tank, Lao Feng led me to find a suitable place to see the scenery. Looking around on the stone cliff with a wide view, I was immediately shocked by the scenery in front of me.

Endless terraces, as big as a winding pond and as small as a broken mirror, flutter and spread along the mountain, layer upon layer, strewn at random. It is the beautiful artistic conception of "like a plate of pearls poured into a jade liquid" in ancient poetry that constitutes an amazing meticulous painting. The farmland outside the mountain should be early rice, but it is time to transplant rice in the mountain where only one season can be planted. Clouds in the blue sky are dyed as white as jade by sunlight, and the halo squeezed out between clouds is as gorgeous as a rainbow, which is in harmony with the green of terraces. There are no ponds, streams and canals on the mountain, but the water color of one mountain and one mountain overflows on the 10,000-mu terraced fields.

Standing at the highest place in the purple magpie world, quietly overlooking this terrace, I feel extremely respectful in my heart. I really want to sing a few crooked poems to praise this wonderful scenery, but I feel that every sentence is beyond words.

It's getting late, and the destination is deep in the mountains. When I got on the bus and set off, the terraced fields slowly disappeared behind me, leaving only my long-term back.

Looking back on the past 33 years, the world of Zique has always left beautiful memories in my heart, but also left a trace of confusion.

Think back to the world of purple magpie two thousand years ago. Is it a tree that covers the sun or a separate stone? How did our ancestors shape this steep hillside into a beaded terrace with their hands? Should we lament the grief and helplessness that our ancestors passed down from generation to generation in order to survive, or should we praise their feat of carving nature like masters of art?

Facing the world of Zique for the first time, I was shocked but didn't have time to think.

It will be many years before I go to the world of magpie again. I was in Changsha with a good friend. When I reached the foot of the mountain, it was already dusk. I crossed the newly-built Shanmen archway and found a farmhouse halfway up the mountain to stay. My best friend is a writer. After dinner, he dragged me through the sunset into the terraced fields. He said, looking at the mountain is like reading a book. You have to walk in patiently to get to know her.

Zero-distance contact with terraces, not standing on the top of the mountain overlooking her shock. Paddy fields of different shapes are as dull as farmland outside the mountain. However, careful observation shows that every mound field is built in conformity with the terrain, which shows the painstaking efforts and ingenuity of ancient ancestors under difficult conditions. I can't help sighing, seeing the mountains is really like reading. Walking through this hilly terrace, we are looking through the purple magpie world that has been written for two thousand years. Shan Ye is a page. I don't know how much suffering and bitterness, how much tenacity and unyielding have been recorded.

We sighed as we walked. Sigh the massiness and eternity of the mountain, the tenacity and tenacity of life. It's like walking in the tunnel of time, crossing a thousand years, and finally understanding the vicissitudes of mountains.

It was getting dark, and we reluctantly walked out of the maze of rural areas in the mountains. Looking back at the mountains bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, thousands of mirrors are colorful and fixed into a sacred totem that has been beautiful for two thousand years.

Article 8 of the charming Ziquejie composition says that the five mountains will return without looking at the mountains. These years, not only the five mountains, but also many famous mountains and rivers. Every mountain is a book, and it has its unique inspiring words for people to savor. Read too many books, and you will gradually forget them. Up to now, only Ziquejie remembers her, just like reciting Tang poetry as a child, and she can recite it backwards for many years.

I have never been able to solve this mystery. Until one National Day holiday, a group of friends and I traveled to Xinhua, and the first stop was Ziquejie. We live in a wooden house at the top of the mountain, in front of which is an observation deck. It happened to be the place where I was first shocked by the magnificent terraces.

Get up early in the morning, put on your clothes and go out. Someone is standing on the observation deck. He is a member of our team and a famous painter. He closed his eyes as if he were thinking. Ask him if he didn't sleep well because of the heavy humidity on the mountain. He said with a smile, it is better to keep the mountain terraces in mind and draw her charm. Then he closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring me.

In the morning, the world of purple magpie is foggy. Distant mountains contain Dai, and near mountains are green. The water color of the harvested terraced fields rippled, reflecting the beauty of morning light. This is a charming landscape painting. I learned to close the painter's eyes, and after a short darkness, the vague impression fragments of the scenery surfaced. Open your eyes and look at the scenery carefully, then close your eyes. Impression fragments seem to be automatically spliced and gradually clear. If you repeat it several times. A complete landscape map of Ziquejie is actually stored in closed eyes.

I suddenly understood the painter's intention. I used to see painters splash ink in the studio, and in the blink of an eye, famous mountains and rivers jumped onto the paper, which was always puzzling. Today, the mystery is finally solved.

By analogy, I finally understand why the impression of Ziquejie is engraved in my heart.

Finally, I understand that even if the famous mountains and rivers are beautiful and spectacular, they are only scenery to me. Life has to experience countless scenery, and it is impossible to keep every scenery in mind. And you, Ziquejie, for me and us, are not only the scenery, but also the monument of our ancestors, engraved in the mountains and in our hearts.

So your magnificence, your majesty and your beauty have gone through thousands of years and penetrated our souls.

I am in the eternal embrace of Ziquejie, quietly feeling her magnificent beauty. Exclusive to her strong and thick beauty.