Beautiful bear Yue my home

My hometown Xiongyue is a beautiful small town with mountains and seas, as well as hardworking and kind people.

There is a special origin about the name of my hometown. According to relevant information: In the Liao Dynasty, Xiongyue City belonged to the county of Luzhou and began to build Tucheng. After the construction of the city of Liao, the official of Luzhou, the name of the proposed new city in the north gate of the township. Located in the middle of Wanger Mountain and Dangshou Mountain, there is a mountain, formerly known as "Xiongqiu Mountain", commonly known as "Baogou Mountain". There is a huge stone on the southwest slope of this mountain. It is about three feet high. It is like a squatting stone bear. It is a life-like work. This mountain is named after the bear bear "Xiuqiu" mountain. At that time, some nostalgia proposed: "Xiaoqiu" to name the city. The original meaning of "Qiu" refers to the hill. The locals also called the tomb as "Qiu". Because of the word "Qiu", the word "Qiu" was added to the word "Qiu" and it became "Yue". The name of "Xiong Yue" came from this.

My hometown has many beautiful scenery:

Xianren Island is a natural bathing beach. From a distance, the sea is like a blue sky, and there is no limit to it. It is a good place for tourists to take a vacation and avoid the heat. In the forest park connected to the beach on the coast, the trees are lush and covered. It is dominated by eucalyptus, with pine, poplar and willow trees. Every time the eucalyptus blooms, it is snowy and white, and the fragrance is floating. Looking at the blue clouds landing, myopia, the sea, the clouds, the clouds, the sky, the sunset, the red line, the night, the sound of the candle, the shore of the willow, the waves and dance songs. Give the romantic taste of the tourist era, return to the sense of authenticity. In addition, Xianren Island has also introduced the underground hot spring water of Xiongyue. After a trip, you will enjoy yourself in a bath.

The Beihai Seaside Tourist Area is surrounded by mountains and seas, with beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can enjoy the magnificent sea of ​​the sea; enjoy the colorful and graceful appearance of the sea. The skylight cloud shadows are reflected in the water, the sea is blue, the water and the sky are one color, and one is integrated. It is an ideal place for sightseeing and beach holiday.

The tour area is mainly divided into three parts. Each area is self-contained and has its own characteristics, which constitutes a unique landscape of the seashore. The southern part is the bathing area, and the north is the sea erosion appearance area. The east and west are corresponding to the Heyangsi Mountain Scenic Area.

The beach is famous for its wide, flat beach, clean water and flat sand. The natural environment is quiet, the shore is stone, and the rock on the shore is tens of thousands of years. The tides rise and fall and the wind and rain wash, the ghosts and the gods work, and they are full of talents, carved out of a place, a cluster of gestures, realistic shapes, all kinds of wonders. Let the tourists have such artistic accomplishments and exquisite carving skills to nature, and they burst into sigh!

Pak Sha Wan is a beautiful and attractive summer resort. It has a maritime climate, four distinct seasons, beautiful scenery, charming scenery, beaches with fine sand and smooth waves. The coastal defense forest belt, the tall trees are towering in the sky, and the shade is covered by the sun. In Linyin, the Chinese and Western architectures are more than a row, and the style is peculiar.

There are facilities such as "Wanghailou", "Millennium and One Claw", "King Xuan", "Zhuzhumen", "Fruit Tree Ornamental Garden" attractions and beaches.

There are many beautiful and touching legends in my hometown. The legend of Wanger Mountain is the most beautiful and moving.

The fruit town here is originally a sea. Wanger Mountain was once a small island rising in the sea. There is a poor woman living on the island. Her husband died in the middle of the sea and left the 10-year-old Boa. From then on, the mother and the child lived together and lived a life of sorrow and poverty.

The poor mother attaches great importance to the cultivation of the children, and puts her own living on the body of Boa, determined to make Baoer grow up. So, she shuttled the net in her hand, followed by the sun during the day, and accompanied by the moon at night. Every day she weaves the net like the waves in the sea, and there is no time to stop. Weaving the nets one by one, all of them were sent to the shore for sale. Sometimes, she also went to the sea like a man to fish, and the fish were basketed and basketed, and all were sold to the shore. In exchange for the money, do not buy food, do not buy and wear, all to buy books for Boa. The books bought, one after another, one box and one box, simply filled the house. It is not easy for Boa to see his mother buy a book, and he is determined to fight for his mother. He took the book, read it during the day, read it at night, read it, and read it. One day after another, one month in a month, one year in a year, the books that Boa read are piled up into mountains, and the knowledge gained is like the sea.

This year, Boa was 18 years old, and the mother had to send him to Beijing to take the exam. Boa worshipped and worshipped the aging mother, and did not forget the mother’s 18 years of parenting; the second worship did not disappoint the mother’s hopes, and he must do three articles in Beijing to test the exam; After the official, I must think about farming fishermen. The mother reluctantly looked at Boa, with tears in her eyes: "Go, go early and go early." The mother looked at the sails of Boa West, and the white sails became smaller and smaller, and finally became a white spot. Gradually disappeared into the misty sea.

One day passed, and the mother pointed out that in the past seven or seventy-nine days, Boa should come back, but she could not see the sails returned by Boa. Must be something unlucky? She boarded the island and looked at the sea in obscurity.

Year after year passed, the heart of the old man was broken. She climbed to the highest rock on the island and couldn’t come anymore. She didn't eat, didn't sleep, and cried there all day long. Cry, cry, let the spring wind blow her hair, let her sun dry her cheeks, let the autumn frost fill her brows, let the winter snow fill her body. She cried and asked heaven, and the sky did not respond; she cried and asked the earth, the earth did not move, she cried, the sea retreated, and she cried herself, whitening her head, tearing her tears, seeing her eyes, and finally becoming Stone man.

How many generations have passed, the vicissitudes of life have changed, the sea has moved westward, and the island has become a lonely mountain on the ground. The poor mother is still on the rock. However, where did she know that Boa had encountered a storm on the third day, and the boat was turned over and buried in the sea.

The people here, remembering this ancient tragedy, gave this lonely mountain the name of Wangshan.

Retired veteran Yuan Zuohua has a new version of Wang Ershan’s legend:

It is said that the old mother looked into a rock. In fact, his son was not martyrdom. He was rescued by Zheng Chenggong’s official ship and served his life. He assisted Zheng in successfully governing Taiwan. After he missed his mother, he often took the life-saving raft and boarded the cliff of the sea. Mother-in-law, one day accidentally stumbled by a paddle, and died on the cliff. The local people named this filial piety commemorating this filial piety. There is a mountain in Liaonan, and there is a mother cliff in Taiwan. This story is even more reminiscent of the mother and child's deep feelings and the meaning of reunion. Wanger Mountain, Wanger Mountain. Wangershan attracts many filial sons and daughters to worship the worshippers here. How many tourists come here to find the secluded ancients, how many feelings left by the children of the mountains, how many misses, how many hangs... as a poet ——

The cliffs are overlooking the mountains, and they stand tall and towering into the clouds;

The mountain is covered with tears of the mother, and the story of the child is passed down from generation to generation.

I love my hometown, she is simple, beautiful, pure, she raised me like my mother. She is my pride!

Sixth grade: Cao Mengdi