Looking for my colorful composition for the third grade of junior high school with 800 words

When people are traveling, caring about others or being cared about by others is a kind of enjoyment. Your whereabouts can attract other people's attention at any time, making him or her distracted by your presence, and causing ripples on the lake of his or her quiet life from time to time. This often reminds people of Shu Ting's "Brig" The poem: "I am in your sight, you are in my voyage."

Climbing the Erlang Mountain, which is "high and infinitely high", on the journey to the Western Sichuan Plateau alone, the mobile phone text message The ringtone kept ringing, and the humorous text messages from my friends made my monotonous schedule full of poetry. Mr. Shaofei, a poet friend, joked: "The beautiful scenery in September / Busy horse racing in the snowy land / Many beauties in the sun / Love and Tianshan Mountain / I advise you to pick more / Good dreams, pillow bed / Return to my hometown someday / How many hours The eccentric Mr. Shaofei, known as "Erlang", is famous in his circle of friends for his neat and wonderful five-character quatrains. Leaning against a banyan tree, I replied: "There are so many beauties in the crowd/Brother Jian can see them all/Although I have a lustful heart/I don't dare to be lustful/I caught a glimpse/Secretly appreciating my greed/I missed it/Encore Sleeping on the same pillow?"

When I arrived in Hailuogou, another friend joked to me in a text message: "A wandering poet should encounter a beautiful love, and a lonely poet should not. You will be lonely, but you won’t be lonely on a lonely journey!” On this day, when I came to the foothills of Gongga Mountain, I finally met a “peerless beauty”. She is so graceful and graceful, which makes my heart tremble and make me miss Shu. Looking from a distance, the steaming clouds and splendid Gongga Mountain are like an affectionate girl, shyly covered with a mysterious veil. Her coolness and nobility make me stand in awe. The feeling of being washed away, calm and collected, and returning to nature arises spontaneously. This time, how can the word "cool" be so special!

Just like when I stayed overnight in a boatman's simple hut in the Little Three Gorges, in order to truly experience the Tibetan customs, I stayed overnight at a Tibetan home that night. Highland barley wine, butter tea, and Tsampa allowed me to taste the customs and flavors of the Tibetan people. Although the space of the tent is small, it is interesting. Although the furnishings of the wooden house are messy, it is unique. Although there is a language barrier, there is a spiritual connection. The naughty little Tibetan boy opened his curious eyes and carefully looked at me, the uninvited guest. He held the toy car and Wahaha drink I gave him. He quickly understood my kindness and friendliness, and took my hand and asked me to play with him on his little slide. When I said goodbye to him the next day, he still held on to my lapel reluctantly. The cry of "Tashi Delek!" behind me made my eyes wet. I deeply felt the kindness and simplicity of the Tibetan compatriots.

When we arrived at the glacier viewing point, the tour guide said that "Gonggar" in Tibetan means "pure white, supreme". Staring at and caressing the thousand-year-old glaciers, facing these crystal clear and cold things that span time and space, the rays of thoughts have already penetrated the chaos of the world. The towering Gongga Snow Mountain stands majestically, and the majesty of the "Giant in Sichuan" stretches across the rainbow (Gongga Mountain is known as the "Giant in Sichuan"). There is a saying that "if you stand on a wall and have no desires, you will be strong." Approaching Gongga and reading the passages of time amidst the winding and rugged peaks is like walking through purgatory and experiencing a baptism of the soul.

In the ancient town of Moxi at the foothills of Gongga Mountain, those scattered farms, the simplicity and elegance of the original ecology show the tranquility and elegance far away from the hustle and bustle, just like the orchid in the empty valley, its fragrance comes from afar. The colorful prayer flags are constantly fluttering in the wind, seeming to suggest something to people, and seem to indicate something. If you wander along the Ancient Tea Horse Road, in the ancient town that has gone through years of hardships, you will recall the unprecedented grand occasion when merchants gathered, traffic was busy, and poets and poets came in droves. You will suddenly feel that the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty are gradually drifting away, and the back of the head of history is dangling in front of your eyes.

On the way back from Kangding, another poetry brother sent me a five-character quatrain: "The river is covered with faint clouds/The raindrops are sparse on the sycamore trees/The plateau is covered with silver/The snowy field reflects the blue sky/The lonely journey in Western Sichuan/Leisurely Singing to the strong wind/I haven’t finished my travels/Returning to the city.” So I sang the harmony and replied: “I haven’t finished returning to the west and east of Sichuan/My unforgettable mountain residence awaits the dim autumn/The glaciers are biting and cold/The snow-covered journey is dyed with frost/There are many beautiful women in the valley. Beauty/There are no savages in Mugecuo (the Tibetan word "Mugecuo" means the sea of ??savages in Chinese)/Only Gonggar is the most eye-catching/The sound of conches leaves a lingering aftertaste"...

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