山西大同悬空寺导游词 篇15

　　Today, we come to Datong, Shanxi Province. It's said that Datong's noodlesare very famous. They are as fast as flying knives. Ah! I can't wait to have atry. When I come to the restaurant, I have performances and experiences. I sawin front of the table, a master skillfully grabbed a handful of dry flour fromthe nearby basin and spread it evenly on the wooden table. Then, he picked up aboard with flour on it, and used a small stainless steel razor to cut itquickly. The strips of noodles he cut off are called "sliced noodles". Thesliced noodles are really like the eight monsters in Shanxi. They are really asfast as flying knives. It's not only fast, but also the descending speed has asense of rhythm. They all go up first, then go in, slowly descend, and finallyfly to the edge of the platform. I looked at it myself and was stunned. Thosenoodles are not only the same speed, but also the same thickness.

　　"Pa" sound, I feel something fell on my head, a touch, ah! It's noodles."Children, please don't put your head in it." I'm still wondering. I suddenlythink of the head of the noodles, a look. So my head is on the table! After awhile, when the dough is only half, the master stops. I was in a daze. I didn'tknow what he wanted to do. Then, the others began to line up. I suddenlyunderstand, from the middle of the team into, and then squeezed out, and back tothe end of the team. I stick my tongue out and wait. When I arrived, I coollyrolled up my short sleeve sleeve, took a deep breath, and then picked up therazor and the board, ready to show you. But it's much harder than I thought.

　　I didn't know how to shave with a razor. Then I scratched my head andremembered that the noodles were cut like fruit, but I forgot whether to cut upor down. So I thought: sliced noodles fall from top to bottom, that should beupward slicing! So I began to upward slicing. The first time the noodles fell infront of me, I was very proud; the second time the noodles fell; the third timeI was unlucky, the noodles didn't know where to fly. At this time, my cousinbegan to laugh. I was a little confused and had an ominous premonition. Iusually feel my head when I think about a problem. I feel it Ah! I cried. Itfell on my head again. I just didn't wipe it. The noodles piled up on my head. Iwipe the face off with a tissue and try to cut it down. I made it this time. I'mvery happy. Ah! How fun it is to make noodles!