Keywords: Qinhuai River Senior High School, Grade Three 1000 words
Word count: 1000 word composition
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In the summer vacation of 2008, my parents and I visited five cities in East China. There are so many interesting scenic spots. Let me talk about Qinhuai River first. It is not so much the Qinhuai River as the River of Feelings, which restores the prosperous history of Qinhuai River in the sound, singing and light shadow. She is the feeling of history and people. It is already night, and the moon climbs into the night sky early. It is not easy to find a boat because of the endless stream of passengers. I hope that after waiting for a long time, a ship finally landed. After negotiating the price with the boatman, we rented a boat with some friends of my father. Although the ship is not big, it is exquisite and elegant. Spacious hut, several mahogany chairs, a table inlaid with marble, three or four windows on both sides, through which you can enjoy the scenery by the river. The front of the hull is a deck without a roof, and there are railings around it, which is convenient for overlooking and bathing the wind blowing from the river. This is a good place to see the scenery. The boat is still paddling, so that tourists can better understand the history of Qinhuai River. Passengers like this unique ship very much. The boat moved slowly and gradually merged into the charming night. The river seems to be still, and the ups and downs of history and the changes of the times have accumulated a thick layer of cultural heritage on the Qinhuai River. When the wooden paddle gently sends out the soft waves of water, the water is not heavy at all, and the lingering ripples drift forward one by one without splashing a splash, leaving tiny ripples like soft silk on the water. I don't know when the lights on both sides of the strait came on one after another, and so did the boatman. The light is very soft, caressing in the quiet water waves, drifting away in the distance. The water showed its face under the reflection of the light, groggy, as if it had been pressed by something. The weeping willows on both sides of the river wear light makeup in the moonlight like water, and their long hair flutters on the water and gently flutters with the wind, just like a charming girl. The pavilions on both sides retain the ancient style, showing the charm of Qinhuai in the past, and integrating the infinite feelings of the eight hundred-mile shop, the five-mile commercial street and the poets for her. Some ancient houses appear from time to time on both sides of the strait. Those old houses are tired and gloomy, tenaciously guarding the glory of Huaihe River and restoring the history of Qinhuai River. There are many stone bridges on the river. The lines of stone bridge are soft and simple, with one arch and two arches. Thick, polished stones form the bridge, which is the backbone of history and emits white light under the reflection of river water. When the boat passed under the bridge, the man turned gray and looked as old as it. The evening breeze brought the light singing and dancing of young women on the platforms on both sides of the strait, and the euphemistic songs passed through the breeze and the thin purple gauze fog, as if coming from the distant water. The light dyed the river dark and yellow, like a continuous history coming in, tightly wrapped around Qinhuai River, gradually trickled into her arms, into her blood vessels, became her blood, and finally melted into her heart and became her feelings. We are all gently held in our arms by Qinhuai River, immersed in the dust of her voice, light, shadow and history, and also have her lingering feelings like water, letting the oars ripple in our hearts and finally arouse our feelings. The boatman urged us, and inadvertently the boat had turned around. I gazed affectionately at the water of Qinhuai River, the brilliant lights on both sides of the river, the bridge with white light on the river, and then listened carefully to the singing, only to know that the brightly lit night in Qinhuai has just begun. Ah, Qinhuai River, today's farewell, when can I lie in your lake like this, so gently, so that the sound of OARS can arouse your historical feelings and mine? The excellent composition of "Five Cities in East China (1) Qinhuai River, Feelings in My Heart" was collected by the composition network, and submitted by members from the network for reference only. Please indicate the source for reprinting.