Write 200 words in Bacheng Ancient Town.

1. Write 200 words about Heming Ancient Town. My hometown is Heming Ancient Town in the east of Cixi. There is no prairie, no Pinghu autumn moon in Hangzhou West Lake, and no snow and ice in Yulong Snow Mountain. But it is a veritable ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, the hometown of mountains and rivers.

The ancient town of Heming has a history of 1200 years. The long-standing culture condenses here, presenting beautiful natural scenery and profound human landscape. Looking at the ancient town from a distance, the houses in Ming and Qing dynasties overlap and are looming. Walking into the ancient town and strolling on the long and narrow stone road, an ancient style came to my face. Take a closer look at these dilapidated houses, and you will find that the tall and sturdy Horsehead wall is covered with moss, as if to pour out the prosperity and glory of the ancient town to tourists. Feel free to push open a door with mottled paint and walk into an ancient and deep house, and a cool breath comes to my face. If it is in the hot summer, it is like entering a summer resort, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Most of the courtyards here are three-way courtyards. The beams and columns, window frames and lintels in the courtyard are all carved with exquisite patterns, some are beautiful things such as plum, bamboo, pine and orchid, and some are mascots such as dragons and phoenixes. All kinds of exquisite stone carvings and wood carvings all reflect the exquisite skills of ancient craftsmen. Because of the change, there are only 356 rooms left in the house, but you can still see the old style: dark red paint shines, tall doorframes and thick log beams and columns, and you can know the original glory of the owner at a glance. We walked out of another door and entered an alley. The alley is surrounded by old houses, as if accidentally hitting a stone wall. Look at your feet, the path is rugged, and pieces of white slate seem to tell us the ancient history of singing cranes. Looking up, a jagged and irregular roof appeared in front of us. Most of the eaves are statues of faucets. When the two faucets are opposite, they become dragon play beads. The two faucets are intertwined, that is, Huanglong goes to sea. At that time, all these reflected people's infinite awe of the imaginary totem of dragon.

Walking through the alley, I came to the straight and wide avenue, and the antique street lamp once again set off the antique color of the singing crane. The road is a long river. Walking along the river, the breeze is blowing slowly, which is refreshing. Looking around, the ancient stone arch bridge spans the main river in parallel, which is patchwork and has a unique flavor. Looking down, the river flows slowly, the fish are leisurely in it, and the scenery on both sides of the river is reflected in the river, like a natural impressionist oil painting. Being in it, I seem to be a scene in the painting.

I love my hometown-the beautiful ancient town of Heming. It is like a thousand-year-old jasper telling an ancient story in Cixi.

This summer, because the weather was too hot, I wanted to find a cool place, so my parents took me to Qingcheng, and I finally got my wish.

When we came to Qingcheng Mountain, it was already noon. Looking from a distance, the words "Qingcheng Mountain is quiet in the world" remain in the sun, making Gu Zhuo even more vigorous.

I spent the night in a farmhouse on the hillside. When I got up in the morning, I looked out of the window and saw a mist in front of me. The nearby trees seem to have gone through a long journey and spread to the depths of the fog that lingers in all directions. In the distance, temples and rocks loom in the morning fog. At this moment, a loud but thin voice suddenly sounded in my ear. Ten seconds later, another voice came from my ear. When my father saw that I was fascinated, he explained, "It was a bell, coming from the Tai 'an Temple in the distant mountain opposite." I listened carefully again, and sure enough, the distant bell floated in the wet fog of this deep mountain. For an instant, I quietly felt the solemnity of this sacred Taoist mountain, as if I could smell a thick incense.

We came out of the farmhouse, we went down the stairs, came to the front of the mountain, entered the front of the mountain, and first came to Fu Jian Palace. Unfortunately, the Fu Jian Palace is under maintenance and is not open, so we can't visit the interior. However, when we stand outside the wall, we can also clearly see two coopers in the yard. One of them has lost part of its bark, but it is still full of vitality and lush foliage. The other tree has a thick trunk, and these two vibrant centuries-old cypresses add a strange and attractive style to Qingcheng.

Looking at Chiang Kai-shek's inscription of "Shangqing Palace", my father suddenly felt: He was very proud when he wrote the words, but who would have thought that he would die tragically at that time!

After leaving the Shangqing Palace, we walked along the original road, including a narrow path. Although the road is not easy to walk, the scenery is beautiful. The mountains are undulating, such as dragons winding; Both sides of the path are covered with unknown trees, which are green and attractive.

3. The composition of the ancient town of Hua Shao, with only 200 words of Old Town of Lijiang.

Early in the morning, I walked into the beautiful Old Town of Lijiang with a simple bag on my back. On the broad marble slab road, the thin water drops are crystal clear and fresh.

The thin morning fog in the ancient city, a little bit, was blown back and forth by the wind, like plumes of smoke floating on the chimney of the ancient city. Shopkeepers are busy preparing for the day's business under the dim light of the small shops on both sides of Shiban Street.

"Tintin, Tintin" Suddenly, I heard a horse. Turning around, I saw a man dressed in Bai costumes, riding a tall horse with his head down. The horse walked with ease, and its horseshoes collided with marble and made a crisp noise.

The horse passed me lightly, gradually walked away, and finally disappeared in the morning fog. I walked past the stone bridge and saw a group of elderly women sitting on the stone bridge, letting the morning breeze blow their silver hair. The old people just enjoyed the fragrance of flowers and plants brought by the morning breeze. What a beautiful Old Town of Lijiang!

I walked into the beautiful Old Town of Lijiang alone in the morning. There are many people, and the morning fog clears, but I can still feel the coolness in the morning. In the small shop, shopkeepers have put out all kinds of gadgets with national characteristics one by one. I walked slowly and looked up at the sky: it was blue and the golden sun was hanging in the sky. There is a clear river floating on both sides of Shiban Street. Small fish swim fast in the river in droves. When they walk, the children feed the fish with the bread they just bought from a small shop. There are two rows of small trees planted by the roadside, and the sun shines on the small trees, casting a small shadow. At a crossroads, a group of Bai girls are dancing in a circle! They sang and danced, and the long white beards on their hats danced up and down like dancing dandelions. This song makes Old Town of Lijiang look older and quieter. What a beautiful Old Town of Lijiang!

Old Town of Lijiang is a quiet town, a harmonious town, a prosperous town and a beautiful ancient city.

4. Write a composition about the ancient city of Wubao in 200 words. On Saturday morning, I embarked on the road of Pingyao with my parents, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts.

We were in the car, and that brother kept telling jokes, which made us all very happy and laughed all the way. We arrived at the place to eat in laughter, and we began to eat. I took a bite after the waiter brought the food. It's delicious. I asked my aunt what it was, and she said it was special bean jelly. After dinner, we went to visit the Qiao family compound. I am very happy! After we went in, we saw the shooting scene of Hanging the Red Lantern, and my father took a photo of me.

We came to the Great Wall where we used to fight. When we saw the gun, I turned down. Then I went to eat.

I went to see the night view of Pingyao ancient city in the evening. The next day, we went to buy some beef, looked at the clothes and said goodbye here.

The summer vacation is coming, just as the cram school has a day off. So my aunt is going to relax us. Early in the morning, my aunt began to pack up and prepare to leave.

In a short time, I arrived at the ancient town of Luodai. When I came to the ancient town of Luodai, I saw that the ground of the street was paved with stones and very clean. There are two small ditches on both sides. The water in the ditch is clear and transparent. There are water tanks on both sides of the street at regular intervals. The jar is full of water, and yellow and red flowers are floating on the water. It's beautiful. Every pavement on the street is antique, dark red wooden doors, wooden windows and lattices covered with small rolls. The famous Guangdong Guild Hall stands in the street, which is very conspicuous. It is filled with all kinds of things, including fun and decorative clothes, and everything is rich. ...

Aunt said, "We have all been to the ancient town of Luodai. Let's go boating!" " "As soon as we heard it, my sister and I all said in unison," Good! "

Then, we came to Luoshui Wetland and began to rent a boat. "Let's go," I shouted. I immediately stepped on the pedal crazily. "Elder sister, others will catch up with us. Come on! " Sister just woke up. Unfortunately, we were the first to sail, but we finished the last one.

We rowed aimlessly on the lake, and my sister cried in surprise, "Look there!" "

6. Write a composition about the ancient town of He Ming in 200 words. My hometown is Heming Ancient Town in the east of Cixi. There is no prairie, no Pinghu autumn moon in Hangzhou West Lake, and no snow and ice in Yulong Snow Mountain. But it is a veritable ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, the hometown of mountains and rivers.

The ancient town of Heming has a history of 1200 years. The long-standing culture condenses here, presenting beautiful natural scenery and profound human landscape.

Looking at the ancient town from a distance, the houses in Ming and Qing dynasties overlap and are looming. Walking into the ancient town and strolling on the long and narrow stone road, an ancient style came to my face.

Take a closer look at these dilapidated houses, and you will find that the tall and sturdy Horsehead wall is covered with moss, as if to pour out the prosperity and glory of the ancient town to tourists. Feel free to push open a door with mottled paint and walk into an ancient and deep room, and a cool breath comes to my face.

If it is in the hot summer, it is like entering a summer resort, which makes people feel extremely comfortable. Most of the courtyards here are three-way courtyards. The beams and columns, window frames and lintels in the courtyard are all carved with exquisite patterns, some are beautiful things such as plum, bamboo, pine and orchid, and some are mascots such as dragons and phoenixes. All kinds of exquisite stone carvings and wood carvings all reflect the exquisite skills of ancient craftsmen.

Because of the change, there are only 356 rooms left in the house, but you can still see the old style: dark red paint shines, tall doorframes and thick log beams and columns, and you can know the original glory of the owner at a glance. We went out another door and entered an alley.

The alley is surrounded by old houses, as if accidentally hitting a stone wall. Look at your feet, the path is rugged, and pieces of white slate seem to tell us the ancient history of singing cranes.

Looking up, a jagged and irregular roof appeared in front of us. Most of the eaves are statues of faucets. When the two faucets are opposite, they become dragon play beads.

The two faucets are intertwined, that is, Huanglong goes to sea. At that time, all these reflected people's infinite awe of the imaginary totem of dragon.

Walking through the alley, I came to the straight and wide avenue, and the antique street lamp once again set off the antique color of the singing crane. The road is a long river. Walking along the river, the breeze is blowing slowly, which is refreshing.

Looking around, the ancient stone arch bridge spans the main river in parallel, which is patchwork and has a unique flavor. Looking down, the river flows slowly, the fish are leisurely in it, and the scenery on both sides of the river is reflected in the river, like a natural impressionist oil painting.

Being in it, I seem to be a scene in the painting. I love my hometown-the beautiful ancient town of Heming. It is like a thousand-year-old jasper telling an ancient story in Cixi.

7. The ancient street of the ancient city is formed on the ancient plateau. There is an ancient city where you can see the rising sun under the horizon. At this moment, an old man stood beside broken walls for a long time, staring at the piano coming from nowhere, like a lonely woman, the yellow sand fluttered abnormally and her skirt fluttered. People have to cover their faces with headscarves. The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and it was hard for the fiddler to hide his grief: I played here for thousands of years. Why silk? The bustling city now has only loess and stone pillars buried by loess. The old man looked at the ruins, but he didn't say a word. He walked into the yellow sand in the evening, and the bloody sunset shone on the ancient city, as if he had just experienced a bloody battle. Originally hidden in the yellow dust, the cold wind suddenly blew black and blue, and there were bursts of Xiao Sheng, such as Tibetan dumplings in the valley. It was very frustrating and sad, but Xiao Sheng suddenly stopped. It's hard to hide his regret. Why can this city cut down 200 miles of trees around it, build magnificent temples and dig 300 feet of groundwater, but now it is declining and prosperous? "The old man said nothing, but smiled in the middle of the night. The sound of the wind blowing in the ancient city was like a sigh of an ancient soul. Suddenly, I heard a sharp flute sound, which was creepy. The flute sound was loud and sharp, piercing the sky like a sharp knife, but it came to an abrupt end. The piper whimpered, "I have played here for thousands of years." Why do brave men with swords scare foreigners? Now there is no trace and no glory? " The old man smiled again, but finally said, "son, I have been thinking about it for thousands of years." Don't you understand that plunder, killing and endless human desires destroyed the ancient city? "

8. Write a 300-word composition about Pianyan Ancient Town Today, we visited Suhe Ancient Town in Lijiang. When I came to the ancient town, the first thing I saw was many small shops. Strangely, many small shops are made of wood. In addition to small shops selling ornaments and specialties, bells can be heard. That's the sound of bells hanging around the neck when horses pass by.

When I see a horse, I shout to ride it. I want to ride a white horse, too. A man holding a white horse heard this and came to me and said, "This is the real white horse dragon!" " I boarded the "White" and crossed the streets of the ancient town. The road is crowded with people. Besides snacks and small shops, there are many inns on both sides of the road. I got off the horse, it's time for free activities, and my father took me to the ancient town to play.

I like ornaments very much and asked my father to buy me a bunch of things. It is time for us to eat. There are many snacks here. When I was choosing them carefully, I heard my father shout, "Come here!" " "I rushed over and saw that it was a silkworm chrysalis! Dad said to me, "shall I buy you one?" "I almost jumped with fear.

9. Recommend a good place Dali Ancient Town 300-word composition Dali Ancient Town

Dali is located in Yunnan Province, China, with beautiful scenery, rich products and pleasant seasons. This is a good place to travel.

There are many specialties in Dali, including Haidong Sydney, Pu 'er, Yunlong green tea and Gaohe cuisine.

So, what about the beautiful scenery of Dali? Now, let me introduce you.

First of all, I'd like to introduce butterfly spring to you. It is more than nine meters deep and more than twenty square meters. It is also crystal clear and sparkling, like a huge and strange sapphire. There is also a railing carved out of stone next to it. The fish in the water are swimming happily, including red, white and black ... so beautiful. There is also a beautiful legend about butterfly spring: Once upon a time, butterfly spring was called bottomless pool, and there lived a pair of lovers named He, who were forced to jump into the bottomless pool by the king of Dali. Suddenly there was thunder and heavy rain. Later, a pair of big butterflies flew out of the pool in sunny weather. Legend has it that this is Wen Gu and Xia Lang. Therefore, people later called this bottomless pool butterfly spring.

Erhai Lake is also a good place. There are endless mountains, clear water and white clouds. Some clouds float slowly on the mountains, like a painting. There are also two places called Nanzhao Fengqing Island and Shuanglang Ancient Town, like pearls on Erhai Lake, which attract many tourists.

I like this place because of its beautiful scenery, rich products and pleasant seasons. Let me linger, like a painting printed in my mind.