Whale Valley's composition in my hometown is 400 words.

There are mountains, water, trees and waterfalls in Whale Valley, but I want to write about the bamboo forest in Whale Valley.

We rowed the boat upstream, and the shadows and gullies on both sides of the river reflected in the lake, gradually interrupted by the wrinkled waterline, and then woven together again.

The boat rounded a small bend and a sparse bamboo appeared in front of it. No one noticed this humble bamboo. The boat continued to move forward, and bamboo extended from the ditch slope to the lake. Looking up again, it is not a few sparse plants, but patches of dense bamboo forests. The channel gradually narrowed, and the bamboos on both sides of the river approached each other, forming an empty water hole.

A few of us got off the boat carefully and came to the bamboo forest. It's late autumn, the bamboo leaves are a little yellow, and a layer of fallen leaves on the ground glows with gray light. There was a gnawing sound as we walked past. The bamboo here is not thick, but the skin is bright and the texture is delicate. I think of the bamboo forest in my hometown, which used to be a paradise for children in the village. Whether it's day or night, I never tire of playing sparrows and turning bamboo poles. Thinking of those happy memories, I grabbed a bamboo and shook it. Not far away, a wild pigeon waited for a while and then flew away. I didn't feel a smile, but a feeling of being close to home came to me.

Lin Nakakoji is very special. The road is wet and quite dark brown. Some uphill places are stepped on, and tourists can climb stairs. The path goes up and down. Nine intestines and eighteen circles. People in the forest are in a trance, laughing and singing without scruple, which adds vitality to this silent bamboo forest.

I left the path and walked alone in the bamboo forest far from the path. Below is the upper part of the lake walking with the road. Only when I get close to it can I see the pale green lake. I climbed one bamboo after another, which alarmed the sparrows perched on the bamboo. The chirping sound passed around in the forest, like a clear musical melody, and then sank and disappeared quietly. At this time, it was very quiet around, only the sound of bamboo leaves standing under my feet sounded loud. The sun has set in the west, and the sun shines through the cracks in the bamboo leaves, casting countless small yellow spots on the ground. The sunshine covered the bamboo leaves with a golden edge. The sun itself is still shining. It was just broken by dense bamboo leaves. Suddenly, I heard the sound of running water. After following the sound for more than 30 meters, a stream appeared in front of me: descending along the slope, crystal clear. Not far from the right, there is a cliff. The stream trickled down from the cliff more than ten meters high, white and bathed in lemons. Compared with its dark gray cliff, it has more distinct layers. Below is a two-meter small pool in Fiona Fang, with clear water and spotless dust. I simply sat down by the pool, and the deep forest scenery and the sound of running water like a silver bell dispelled my whole body's fatigue.

Crossing an earthen beam, I saw several people walking on the road below-they waved cameras and gestured at me. Along the winding path, their steps are light and steady, and the beautiful expressions and light steps of the two girls in red sweaters in front seem to fly on this uncertain road. Their interest is growing. I unconsciously chanted, "after the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night;" The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Bamboo is returned to the washerwoman, and the lotus leaves yield before the fishing boat; My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? "Wang Wei's vivid description of the mountain scenery, I only thought it was an artistic masterpiece before, and I didn't want to see the real scene at this moment. Although this is not a green hill after the rain, isn't it a charming picture when this beautiful forest scenery is displayed in front of you with the joyful voice of tourists?

Whale Valley has mountains, water, trees and waterfalls. What I will never forget is the bamboo forest in Whale Valley.