Tongnan Hujiang River Composition 3oo Words

Tongcheng in my memory is a small sunny place, an inland city, located in the subtropical zone. The nearest river is the Yangtze River basin, which is 100 km away, not to mention a river, and there is not even a stream of more than 100 meters.

Naturally, some people will wonder why the name is next to the word water.

Old people who go to worship Buddha always solemnly say: The Three Kingdoms were still in the Han Dynasty, once a big river, and then suddenly disappeared. Because the monks in the temple always walk up to people with strange expressions and whisper in their ears that the Bodhisattva thinks this is an ominous place, so it is necessary to

Divert the river.

An unscientific statement.

It is the crazy older generation who will move out of here anyway, so in just 50 years, the population of this city has been reduced by half.

"Now have this idea. Hey. " He kicked the stone by the roadside into the paddy field with a half smile. Only to find that one foot was empty and I fell down.

"Look, it's worth it."

I can't help sighing every time after that.

The city and the suburbs are separated by a stone-blue wall, an ancient city wall and entrance guards. To be exact, it's a toll booth. Three or four or five middle-aged fat uncles got together and quarreled with the landlords, muttering unnecessary trivial things. When the sun shines, it filters into a buzzing whisper, as if it were absorbed, and it goes on.

Constantly.

The suburbs are endless green fields, but strangely, only pine trees are planted. Stretching for dozens of miles, without exception. These trees are so close that it seems that even the sun can't pass through. There are no rice fields, no farmhouses, only endless green forests and desolation.

My home is in Cheng Nan, 50 miles north of the forest. Only a few hundred miles apart, the weather is quite different. In the snowy winter in Cheng Nan, students wearing T-shirts can be seen everywhere in Tongcheng. And all cultures, customs and languages are far apart. Simply put, two extremes, the South Pole and the North Pole.

Seven years ago, my family and I moved to Cheng Nan. Every time I mentioned it, I declared myself an "immigrant".

Actually, it's not there that likes the scenery here. Very monotonous. Like most cities, like rushing to a well-off society, there are many high-rise buildings, traffic and people. Most of the reasons are also due to the migration of Tongcheng residents, resulting in a very high local population density, with more than 500 people per square kilometer. Whether it is competing for posts or adjusting students' seats, you can die.

Push out two lines of black seaside and cry in tears: it's not a fucking person.

The only advantage is that the classroom is warm in winter, but there are many people who miss class with a cold.

So I will think of Tongcheng again and again, where there is no snow and no cold wind in winter. There is little fog and seldom sunny.

This is a rundown cultural town.

There are no modern houses. In the evening, the old man played chess with a cattail leaf fan under the tree, and the children danced rubber bands beside him.

Most modern cities in the world are not attractive to them at all, and they really have no intention of going to those places. I don't have the luxury. There are tailor shops and food stalls on both sides of the street, and even supermarkets are also called "non-staple food department". There are no Internet cafes, KTV and cinemas. You can watch the troupe on the dam.

What "Huashan saves the mother", what shadow play, what erhu double spring.

People who have just been to Beijing to watch the Olympic Games must think that they have traveled through time and space to the19th century when they come here again.