An essay in praise of Ningxia is urgently needed, at the level of primary school students

Ningxia, also known as the Hui Autonomous Region, is located in northwest China and is one of China's five ethnic minority autonomous regions. Its niche ruler, mystery, and rich traditional culture make Ningxia an attractive tourist destination. The first is the attractions of Ningxia.

Ningxia has many famous attractions, such as the Tomb of the Western Xia Dynasty, Shapotou, Yinchuan City Wall, Zhonghua Hui Cultural Park, Helan Mountain, and the Cape of Good Hope Desert. These places attract a large number of tourists to visit and explore the mystical history and culture of this beautiful place. The second is the food of Ningxia.

The homeland of the Hui people, Ningxia's food douna is dominated by Hui special meals, such as puff pastry, eight-treasure rice, fried hand noodles, haggis and so on. In addition, there are some special snacks such as grilled carp and sugar gourd, which are popular locally. Finally, there is the culture of Ningxia.

The Hui occupy a major position in Ningxia, so you can feel a strong Hui cultural atmosphere here. The first is Islam, the traditional religion of the Hui people, which is very popular in the local area and is one of the important parts of Ningxia culture. There are also Hui traditional handicrafts, such as back-pattern batik, horsehair embroidery, etc., which have unique characteristics.

In conclusion, Ningxia is a place full of mystery, history, and culture. If you love to explore and learn about other cultures, then Ningxia will be a destination you should not miss. Empty and silent.

Liang Jingru's "Ningxia": "In the quiet summer, the sky is full of stars ......"This song sang the summer in my mind, and I will never forget it.

Summer mornings are not at all as hot as summer, and as soon as I go out, a fresh air hits my nose, and a breeze blows towards me, making me feel particularly cool. Xiaocao stretched his waist with a smile, and the dew on it was crystal clear, like pearls shining in the sun. The lotus flowers in the lotus pond also soothe their leaves and sway in the breeze, which is like entering a fairyland.

A pair of small dragonflies flying back and forth in the air, graceful, looking at their gorgeous dancing, I seem to have become a dragonfly, flying around in the air, very leisurely.

Midday in summer is the hottest time. The sun was like a huge ball of fire, the light was scorching, the road was scorched by the scorching sun, and the feet stepped down into a string of white smoke. It was swelteringly hot, there was not a hint of wind, and the thick air seemed to freeze.

The whole city is like a steamer, so hot that people can't breathe. The dog lay on the ground and spat out its bright red tongue, and the nostrils of the mule and horse were particularly wide. The blazing umbrella was held high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show the water, the larks did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and even the dogs in the village only stretched out their tongues and gasped.

All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily. The moon flowers in the flower bed hung their heads down, as if they were sick. The birds have long since disappeared, and the dragonflies are too lazy to fly, only tirelessly knowing that they are still desperately shouting in the branches.

The streets are very sparsely populated and the roads are empty.

At night, when the sun ceased to be so violent, it restrained its willfulness, and the moon gradually appeared on the horizon. The pale yellow full moon disappeared from time to time, it was so small, so light, it was like a pie about to fall. The sun picked up its afterglow, and slowly disappeared under the distant trees, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed orange and red, so dazzling, but as the sun descended, it slowly became lighter, lighter, and lighter, until it disappeared completely.

The summer nights are beautiful, the moon and stars hide in the clouds and go to sleep, the flowers are dreaming fragrantly, and only some unknown little insects are still in high spirits. A light breeze blew, blowing the candle flame swaying from side to side, the flowers swayed, and there was a rustling sound, and the sleeping flower elves seemed to be awakened.

In summer, you are the wind, blowing in my dreams; In summer, you are the rain that falls on my heart; In the summer, you are the lotus, spreading all my memories. In the summer, I am obsessed with your enthusiasm and unrestrainedness. Summer is a pool of water, sometimes crystal clear, sometimes unexpected.

Xia is an abstract painting, and when viewed from different angles, you have different feelings. Summer is another gorgeous chapter, with endless wonderful words and sentences, which make people have endless memories.

Hometown in memory.

It is a particularly beautiful and historic old town. The streets and alleys have precipitated a strong historical rhyme, and countless cultural relics have witnessed the vicissitudes of history. Although I have been away from my hometown for a long time because of my schooling, whenever someone mentions my hometown, my heart still pounds.

My hometown is a tourist city, and every tourist season, there will be groups of tourists who come here to enjoy the mountains and rivers, and the streets are full of pedestrians. Every scenic spot in my hometown is overcrowded at this time, but the people of my hometown who rely on tourism to support their families are smiling. Not only that, my hometown has also engaged in a water system project, which connects all the scenic spots in my hometown together, making our tourism more distinctive.

Not only the scenery, but also the food and cultural scenery of the hometown are also particularly brilliant. Whether it is the night market in the Drum Tower, or the performance in the Little Song City, or the lantern and shadow exhibition of the Iron Tower, they all show the cultural heritage and connotation of our hometown. Every time I go back to my hometown, see these performances, and eat delicious snacks, my heart is full of joy.

Friends must come to my hometown to play if you have the opportunity! By the way, where is my hometown, you ask? My hometown is the beautiful ancient capital of the Seven Dynasties - Kaifeng!

Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and our family came to Ningxia for the New Year, because my grandparents' family is in Ningxia, and I can't wait.

We started making dumplings, my grandfather kneaded the dough, my cousin and I rolled the dough, and my mom and grandma made the dumplings. Grandpa's kneading dough was long; My brother and I rolled out dumplings with round and thin skins; The dumplings made by mom and grandma are small and exquisite. We also put money and dates in dumplings, and whoever eats the dumplings with money will have good luck this year; Whoever eats dumplings with dates will have a sweet life.

When we were making dumplings, my dad posted couplets and blessing characters at the door. Grandpa said that every household in the north posted couplets, and also cut window flowers and pasted them on the windows. These couplets, blessing characters, window grilles are.

It expresses the good wishes of the whole family for the coming year, and they will bring good luck to the family.

I think that the happy atmosphere of celebrating the New Year in the north is really worth remembering.