The 800-word composition in Hefei, Anhui Province describes the existence of wood in hometown.

Poor baby, maybe I am your alumnus, even in No.8 Middle School, and now I am in Zhejiang. I wrote this composition purely to miss my hometown.

Luzhou in Singing

"In the early spring when cherry blossoms are flying, the sky is full of colorful flowers, and the blue-purple platycodon grandiflorum seems to have stopped the picture ..." Listening to Vae's songs, I once again saw the apricot garden in the dusk, looked at the book-like stone carvings of hidden boats in the dusk, and sometimes touched the words on it on a whim, one by one like historical epaulettes. I will think that thousands of years ago, this was the hometown of the Three Kingdoms, the battlefield of Huangsha, Zhang Liao was here, and Cao Cao immediately.

"Standing on the Sanxiaokou overpass in Hefei, looking down ... Science and Education Bookstore covets the cinema, and looks at Women's Street affectionately, and the traffic is like a fast-moving dark cloud ..." This Prague minor immediately brought my thoughts into a fast-paced moment, but Hefei is a modern city with fast and slow coexistence, with rapid streamer projection and winding alleys, dazzling Women's Street, quiet and warm Aichi Bookstore, and crowded stations.

Of course, I also like the clear snow in winter in Shushan, the fallen leaves in late autumn in xiaoyaojin, the faint summer lotus outside Yuhuatang and the white mountain in Yaohai Park in spring, but these are not as fond of Chilan Bridge as I am. Song Dynasty poet Jiang Kui wrote some words on Chilan Bridge to warm my memory:

Fertilizer and water keep flowing to the east. I didn't plant acacia at the beginning.

The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.

Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world is not sad for a long time.

I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.

I think, a long time ago, it was also a song, a sad and helpless song, which sang about who the red medicine by the bridge was born for, because we married the city of life and had endless sustenance. The fertile water is endless, like a beautiful song, always bearing the watermark of Luzhou soaking years.