Rugao Longyou Lake Food Festival essay

The mountains, rolling with water; this lake, quietly looking at the mountains. What a harmonious picture, what a beautiful Taihu Lake.

The first time I came to Taihu Lake, the sky was raining in spring, this rain always seems to like to get together in the south of the Yangtze River, so a hilarious, but to the Taihu Lake added mystery, at the moment, the raindrops and the bridge on the wooden planks in contact with the dexterity of the sound can be attracted to the people.

Taihu Lake is not as lively as the sea, the Yangtze River is not as majestic, and there is no sweetness of the mountain springs, but she has that part of the calm and serenity, she used the wind to send the natural breath to tell us that she belongs to the south of the Yangtze River. The lake is flooded with a light smoke like mist, looking at the mountains, only vaguely discernible gray shadow of the mountains. I looked around, the lake is full of weeds around, can smell a fragrance of the soil, is the spring rain, the natural flavor to pass over. At this time, the sky came from the crisp oriole sound, in this secluded place is like heavenly music, I can not help but think of a line of poetry: alone pity for the grass grows by the side of the stream, on the oriole deep tree singing. The poem and the scenery really blend together.

When traveling on Taihu Lake, Fang loves to take a boat. When looking at the boatman slowly shaking the scull, listening to the scull beat the sound of the water feel everything is so quiet and beautiful. That oar ripples, rocking to a place not far away, but also quietly disappeared, the lake surface and flat. Fishing boats, was already beautiful, but also the green hills overlapping, near the mountains like hairpins, distant mountains like smoke. In the distance, from time to time to fly a few cormorants, their fishing action seems to have become a beautiful scenery in Lake Taihu.

Throughout the ages, how many literati have been enamored with the picturesque scenery, and how many of them have dreamed a hazy "Jiangnan dream"? "The apricot blossom rain is wet on my clothes, and the willow wind is not cold on my face." "The spring breeze greets me on the south bank of the river. When will the moon shine on me?" "Never with a ten thousand dendrobium boat, a reed fishing boat runs at will." The beauty of Taihu Lake is like a cup of green tea, natural and fresh; the beauty of Taihu Lake is like a piece of silk. The beauty of Lake Taihu is like a piece of silk, gorgeous and clean: the beauty of Lake Taihu is like a picture scroll, depicting her quiet, depicting the chic Jiangnan ......

The waters of Lake Taihu flow through the many towns of Jiangnan. My eyes seem to appear in front of the scene: a Jiangnan woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, embroidered shoes stepped on the green stone boards, and then through the scaled town, sitting on the crow's nest boat, in the fine water trickling. The town is more hazy in the smoke and rain. The fog curls up and the rain continues. Willow whisk embankment, whisking away the heart of the worry; breeze send orchid warm, send bursts of cozy. The beauty of this Taihu Lake belongs to nature, belongs to Jiangnan, belongs to everyone ......