Lingnan Impression Park

On August 2, I sat on the coach with joy. Why is this? Because we are going to the tourist attraction Lingnan Impression Park.

When I got off the bus, I was shocked by the sight. In front of me there is a door high enough for 50 people to overlap and stand in front of me. The top end is exactly engraved with 'Lingnan Impression Park'. I don’t want money for tickets. I walked into the door with both nervousness and anticipation and excitement.

“Wow~” Just after entering the door, I saw a small shop with a unique flavor. The shop is made of stone and is made of bamboo. The door flag hanging in front of the store on the street is written with the charm of the brush, "Lingnan Restaurant", "Lingnan Tooth Carving", "Lingnan Memories"...all let me Marvel. This made me see the real authentic Guangzhou, the authentic town, the authentic rural people! There is a small stream in the middle of the street. It is very clear and runs through the whole street. The fish inside swims happily. The flowers are open and seem to compete with each other for their beautiful and clean. Now imagine, how pleasant it is!

I was appreciating the intoxicating beauty, and I was shocked by my father’s shouting. My father pointed to the “Lingnan Shadow Theater” and said, “Go in and see!”. So I followed in. I was sitting on a wooden chair and my heart was nervous: this is my first time watching a shadow play! I don't know what a story! As the music rings, the story begins. The story is about an eagle trying to catch a turtle, but the tortoise has a hard shell. The eagle makes an attack, sleeps, and tempts him with food. He not only succeeds, but he is finally bitten by the turtle. I was teased by the turtle's clever wit and the idiot's stupid tricks, and I couldn't help but applaud.

After watching the wonderful shadow play, we visited “Lingnan Memories”, which tells about the memories from the 1950s to the present. There, I saw the fisherman's big ship, the clothes of the 1960s, the sewing machine of the 1950s, and saw a familiar thing: the loom. The old lady skillfully used the looms, and the shuttle regularly shuttled in the hands of the old lady, woven a red plaid. I touched the cloth, as if I felt the bitterness of that era, as if reminding me of my grandmother, reminding me of her busy back, remembering the way she taught me to use a loom, and let me feel the bitterness of that time. life. .

Then, we went to the "Happy Old Home" Mountain Village. Going in, there are all kinds of stone mills used before. What makes me more interested is to pick firewood. I took up 28 pounds of firewood without any effort. Then, it is 48 pounds. I thought: I am trying. So big, it is as good as the one in front. As a result, I regret it. I feel that there is a hill on my shoulder. I am trying to make the blue veins rise, but the firewood is still not moving. Finally, under the encouragement of Dad, the small universe broke out and picked it up. When I let go, I feel that Mom and Dad and people all over the world are proud of me. I have thought of the hard work of picking up this firewood in the 1950s and 1960s, just like picking up the whole family, but never being proud of it. I think that here, the pride of just being gone is gone, I praise it. The strength of the people of the sixties.

When I came home, my heart was mixed, I thought of the cruel war at that time, the ruthless aggression army, and the Chinese people who lived in a strong and painful manner could not help but be proud of their ancestors.

First grade: Zhang Ziying