Prose describing Anhui?

Anhui is beautiful, not only for its scenery, but also for its humanity. What are the essays about Anhui? I have learned all the articles that I have arranged for you. Welcome to reading.

Article 1: Visit Anhui Hall of Fame

Anhui Hall of Fame is located on the north side of Dashu Mountain. There are 23 scenes and 2 groups of wax museums, which display more than 50 historical celebrities in Anhui with vivid images. Among them, I think the most spectacular is that Battle of Red Cliffs and Qi Jiguang fought against the Japanese pirates.

Arriving at the Battle of Red Cliffs exhibition area, several soldiers stood on a replica ancient warship in the middle, which was covered with battle flags. Zhou, a famous Dongwu soldier and a native of Shucheng, Anhui Province, stood on the cliff and directed the Dongwu water army to advance. In an instant, the whitewater was monstrous and the water column soared, and a huge scene of Battle of Red Cliffs unfolded before my eyes. This vivid scene made me feel immersive, as if I had been brought into a fierce battle.

Come to the booth of "Qi Jiguang saves Xianyou". I saw the lights in front of the booth gradually dimmed, and the lights in the glass wall gradually lit up. Then, a high wall appeared in the window, and the flag of the Ming Dynasty fluttered on the wall. There are soldiers patrolling the watchtower. The tower faces the sea and there is a path under the city. On the right side of the path is a straw house where people live. Suddenly the voices were boiling, and a group of people appeared on the path and fled to the city. The soldiers guarding the city closed the city gate to prevent the enemy from attacking. At this time, I saw a child separated from his parents and failed to escape into the city. Just as he and some people who didn't escape into the city were hiding around, a group of Japanese pirates burned and robbed the people, attacked the city and plundered the land. At this critical juncture, Qi Jiajun's flying horse descended from the sky, fought from behind the enemy lines and annihilated the enemy. At that time, the city gate was wide open, a red sun Ran Ran rose, and people lined up to cheer and welcome Qi Jiajun to enter the city triumphantly.

Part II: Travel Notes of Dabie Mountain

In the midsummer of June, the weather is clear and not sultry, which is a good time to travel lightly.

My daughter called to tell me a good news. In the first half of this year, the business growth rate of her Yancheng branch ranked first in the province. Company leaders plan to organize employees to travel to Dabie Mountain during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, and each person can bring a relative. She wants to take me out for a walk with my father. So, I had this rare opportunity to become the only "old man" in the team of "Leaping Thousands of Miles to Dabie Mountain", in Yancheng's words.

In the early morning of June 22, we couldn't restrain our inner joy and excitement and arrived at the designated place at 3 o'clock. Under the personal leadership of Wang, the general manager of Yancheng Business Travel Agency, Mr. Cai boarded the luxury bus, crossed the Jianghuai Plain, crossed the Liuhe area and entered the hilly area of Anhui, passing through Hefei and Lu 'an, rushed to the hinterland of Dabie Mountain at the junction of Hubei, Henan and Anhui, and arrived at the second county in China at noon.

When you come to this strange mountain area, you can see chestnut trees and all kinds of fruit trees growing on the hillside, and at the foot of the mountain are layers of green terraces. The local people are hardworking, even if there is only a piece of land the size of a desktop to grow crops, some places also grow rice. It's really "relying on mountains to eat mountains and relying on water to eat water". What an idyllic scenery! Shanzhai families living in various buildings with beautiful exterior decoration can be seen everywhere. Stainless steel water storage tanks and solar water heaters are also installed on the roof, and some people still have cars parked in front of them. Witnessing the incident is much better than I thought before.

In the past, the people in the old liberated areas who were "thinking about change when they were poor, doing things and making revolution" are all rich now. But they have not forgotten the past, nor have they forgotten the heroic sons and daughters who walked out of this land and were dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs. When the bus drove to the suburb of Jinzhai County, there was a signpost with obvious purpose, which marked the red tourist hotline of Dabie Mountain and visited the former headquarters and the former residences of Hong Xuezhi, Pi Dingjun and Teng. We walked into Jinzhai County, stepped on the avenue, went to the hotel for dinner, and tasted delicious food on the table, which gave people an intuition. It's very good here. Jinzhai is a good place for outstanding people.

On the afternoon of June 22nd, we drifted from Jinzhai County to Tianshuijian Canyon at the foot of Tiantangzhai. The tour guide called it the first drift in Dabie Mountain. "The whole 3. 8 kilometers, the upper station entrance is 58 1 meter, and the lower station entrance is 463 meters, with a relative height of 1 18 meters. There are more than a dozen large and small Longtan ponds, and the drifting time is about two hours ... "After the tour guide explained, he told everyone to pay attention to safety precautions and asked everyone to put their mobile phones and wallets in the car, which he was responsible for. Because this is a thrilling fight between tourists and water, getting wet is inevitable.

So my daughter and I took off our shoes and socks and put them in the car. I rolled up my trouser legs and walked barefoot into the entrance of the drifting station. I saw the blocked deep pool and clear water, ready to go. The pool is higher than the canyon surface, much higher than the next floor. Even I, who was born in a water town and loved to play with water since I was a child, was a little scared. I saw my daughter was a little nervous, so I got up the courage to say to her, I will protect you with my father. Even if I fall into the water, I can save you. Don't be afraid!

We put on life jackets and boarded the double rubber raft. The father and daughter waved wooden paddles in tandem and rowed a few times in the pool first. In a short time, the pool was crowded with hundreds of colorful rubber rafts. Suddenly, someone started a water fight. I don't know whether it is the behind-the-scenes planning of the tour guide or the spontaneous warm-up of the tourists. Some tourists bought water guns and hit their teammates on the head, regardless of their hair. Teammates also picked up a plastic basin to pinch water and threw it at him mindlessly, so that he could only fight back. The spray all over the sky also soaked the clothes of the neighboring teammates, so they also "returned blows with blows" and threw themselves into this melee without winning or losing, just for fun. Before surfing, some people were soaked to the skin, like a drowned rat. Tourists splash water, bump, laugh, make noise, release their mood, and unconsciously relieve their shrinking mood before surfing.

The floodgates are open! I don't know who shouted. The swift pool was full of rubber rafts, running like a runaway wild horse to the canyon. "Wow, go!" I saw my teammates rushing in front, some slippers fell off, some tourist hats flew away, and even the pots for water fights floated up. My daughter and I sat in the cabin, not daring to be careless. We clung to the handle beside us and only heard a loud noise. The rubber raft suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom, and the splashing waves soaked us all, even the cabin where we were sitting was soaked by the water. What a close call!

The rapids in canyons and streams deliberately played a joke on us. The paddle paddles to the left, the raft tilts to the right, paddles to the right, and the raft tilts to the left. The rough waves are even more "practical jokes", and the rubber raft is washed upside down, which really makes people angry and funny. Seeing the teammates surfing in front, I can't help but admire their chic and romantic style. My daughter and I had to hold the bow tightly and let the waves stop the boat, sometimes ups and downs, rampaging and experiencing the pleasure of hitting the rocks; Sometimes the wooden oars can't stand flying down. In case of embarrassment of stranded beach; Sometimes the stream is narrow and swift, flustered, collided and crowded, and the channel is not smooth. Although we are not "frolicters" who play with water, we also feel the joy of rushing forward in challenging ourselves.

Article 3: Huizhou Road

We must arrive at Tunxi at night. The host just drank two dishes of new tea, and it was still so green, so he had to stop drinking and set off. Rain or shine is uncertain in southern Anhui, but it is still sunny in the morning. It is raining now. I have been away from my hometown for nearly 30 years, but the dryness in the north has never let me forget the memory of rain in my hometown. When I was in middle school, whenever I went hiking in spring and autumn, I was most afraid of rainy days, and I didn't sleep well at night, worrying about the ticking of the eaves. At that time, I had not tasted insomnia. Sleep till dawn, and I have something in my heart. I will wake up in Zhong Ziran at four or five o'clock, rub my sleepy eyes and look up at the space in the yard. How many times I climbed Taibai Building, Cuiluo Mountain was wiped out by this nasty rain.

Get up early and listen to the radio, saying that there is a strong wind of six or seven on the river. The fear of rain, which I haven't had for many years, climbed into my mind again. Yesterday, I made an appointment with Comrade Shana. In the morning, he will go to Wuhu from Hefei. I will take his car to Tunxi. The forum we will attend will start tomorrow. Can the ferry still run as usual in such a strong wind? Twenty years ago, I once crossed the river from yuxikou, caught up with the strong wind, and the ferry stopped, so I had to stand by the river and watch the sails bump away in the waves of the Yangtze River. I can't wait to cross the south of the Yangtze River and kiss the attached mountains and rivers. It's different now. What is this wind? Comrade Shana crossed the river at exactly half past ten. When we started from Wuhu, the heavy rain suddenly stopped at our feet, the sky lit up and the river city was cleaned up.

I usually claim to be from southern Anhui, not to mention Huangshan, and I have never even been to the mountainous area in southern Anhui. Comrade Shana is from Guangdong. He has worked in Anhui for many years and is familiar with the mountain roads in southern Anhui. Most of the larger market towns along the way can be named, and sometimes they can talk about local conditions and customs at length.

I arrived in Xuancheng at noon, and Li Bai's footprints have been here. This alone makes this ancient city famous. Friends invited us to try new things and soak in the local Jingting Bixue. It is said that this kind of tea has been praised by Chinese and foreign tea drinkers in recent years, and it has the momentum of competing with the famous teas Taiping Monkey Kui and Huangshan Mao Feng in southern Anhui. I have developed the habit of drinking tea with adults since I was a child, and now I have to change at least two cups a day. To tell the truth, it's nothing more than donkey drinking. I don't know that drinking tea is very particular. What kind of coarse tea is fine tea and fine tea is coarse tea? The water of good tea is clear, but the water of second tea is turbid. I picked up my teacup, glass jar and bottle, and the tea was bright and clean. Through floating buds and leaves, I can clearly see an old man sitting opposite me. He was my Chinese teacher thirty years ago, and now he teaches in a middle school here.

This is the most unexpected gain on my road today. Age is gradually increasing, and sometimes I will meet old friends unexpectedly in a foreign land and talk a few words, and my feelings will be influenced by the past when I was young. Today is different. He was the first teacher to cultivate my love for literature. 1954 After the flood receded, he was transferred to work in Jiangbei. When traveling, a group of our friends aged 16 or 17 once saw him off on the lush long embankment on both sides of the strait. 1957 He was exiled to his hometown in Jingxian County for farming because of his bad luck in publishing articles for many years. It is said that he taught himself to practice medicine and became a famous doctor nearby. Only in the first two years did I completely return to education. I looked at him carefully. Although he is old, he is still so thin and energetic. When talking about his recent situation, he habitually made a familiar gesture and said, it's all right now. "Good", good. As for other questions, I dare not touch them. I respectfully handed him a cigarette, he took it, and I struck a match.

In my memory, he smokes, and he is not a small smoker! In the early days of liberation, it was popular to pack 50 sticks in a box, and it was cheaper to have no brand. Such cigarette boxes are often spread out on his desk. Once, he wrote for a magazine in Beijing, probably a book review about how steel was tempered. When I came in, I put down my pen and reached for a cigarette, only to find that I had finished smoking. I went shopping and bought him some boxes. This situation is still in sight. Now, when I see him smoking, I can't help laughing. When he saw me lighting a cigarette, he also smiled and said, "Although you have a few white hairs, your appearance hasn't changed much. You can recognize them in the street. " I asked some teachers in those days, and he said that he had not contacted for many years. I heard that most of them are in counties in southern Anhui.

After a short stay, we continued on our way. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, with hail, and the car is speeding on the Panshan Highway at a speed of 80 to 90 kilometers per hour. The destination is coming, and there are small buildings with black tiles and white walls scattered far and near. I suddenly realized that we were marching on the ancient Huizhou road.

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