A 700-word Record of Baoji Lingbaoxia Composition

No matter in school or in society, we often see the figure of composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). So have you ever studied composition? The following is a 700-word composition about Lingbao Gorge in Baoji that I compiled for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

Last August, our group was in Baoji, Shaanxi, and we were going to Lingbao Gorge.

Out of the city, go west, all the way is mountains and valleys, slopes and hills, and the mountains are steep. The car travels about 10 km and enters Panshan Road. The Panshan Road here is really strange! Like a silk scarf draped over a hill; The Panshan Highway here is really dangerous! I feel that the car is going to fall down when I walk. We walked along the road through the hills, and in a short time, the grotesque Lingbao Gorge came into view.

Walking from the mountain pass to the canyon, a lake looked at us silently. This lake is neither too big nor too small, like an artificial lake, but it is not when you look closely. A small waterfall flows slowly in the middle, about half a person high and more than 50 meters wide. The water patted the lake gently and made a clear "splash" sound. Looking down, it is a Qingshui River that flows to the village.

After crossing the lake, it officially entered Lingbao Gorge. The main gorge is nearly 100 meters wide and tens of meters high, with a wide field of vision and great momentum. Maybe there was a heavy rain last night. There are still water marks on the dark stone wall, and the ground full of five-color pebbles is covered with large and small puddles, which adds a little tenderness and charm to the dry canyon all the year round.

Turning into the auxiliary gorge, there are high or low "stone pagodas" piled on the towering stone walls, which are said to be stone pagodas, but the highest is a child over 6 years old. The local people told us that it was said that the Eight Immortals once lived here, but they moved away quickly because there were no pots and pans. In order to make immortals come back to cure diseases and eliminate disasters, people began the tradition of piling "stone towers". Only then did I understand that this stone tower is still entrusted with people's good wishes! I squatted down and piled up two low stone pagodas and continued to walk deep into the canyon.

There are few tourists here, and the view is particularly broad. There is a red house on the stone wall, which may have been uninhabited for many years. It's in rags. Let's go around the back of the house, there is a hole in the sky! This is a tiny canyon, only a few tens of centimeters wide, just enough for a person to get in and out. We lined up, waded across the stream, stepped on the stone bridge, crossed the grass and stuck to the rock wall ... After walking for about 200 meters, my eyes suddenly opened up-endless entrances came into my eyes again.

So we rode out of the mountain again.