Write a short article about airplanes.

When I was a child, the plane made a huge roar, and then we seemed to see UFOs calling for friends. We chased from one mountain to another until the plane penetrated into the clouds, leaving a long white tail smoke and flying away with our infinite vision and imagination.

When I grew up, the plane was a beautiful and elegant stewardess on TV, smiling and walking around the cabin: it was a rich or powerful upper class, who proudly pulled their travel bags and entered the airport in our envious eyes, which was beyond our reach.

Now, there are hundreds to thousands of air tickets on the plane, and there is a long wait in the airport. At night, flight attendants play an apology notice that displeases passengers with sweet voices, and outside the cabin are rolling clouds and lightning. Then I understood that there is also unknown helplessness behind any gorgeous.

First flight

Since Tomb-Sweeping Day fainted on the cable car in Huashan last year, I have been filled with fear of the once friendly sky, and I have an nameless fear of the sky that covers our heads like a pot cover.

However, it needs heaven in the end. After the holiday on New Year's Day, I received the news that I would fly to Shanghai. In the next few nights, as soon as I lay in bed, I couldn't help thinking. I live on the sixth floor, about 20 meters above the ground. How many floors does the plane fly in the air? After several calculations, it's really unclear, just ignore it and wait for time.

On the 9th, the weather in Lanzhou was quite sunny. It was 12: 20 when we arrived at Zhongchuan Airport. I stood in line, changed my boarding pass, passed the security check and really came to the airport. The plane was scattered all over the floor, like a wandering straggler. However, when the plane took off, it suddenly crashed again. It is really like a sparrow in summer, hovering over the crops for a while, and then flying down and landing on the crops. This plane is not as big as I thought before. When people really see it, they are not afraid. A kind of surprise and kindness welled up in my heart, just like the long-lost lover in my dream suddenly appeared in front of you one day, and you couldn't wait to embrace it.

There are still ten minutes before the departure time, and people are crowded and circling. Spiral stairs are like stairs, nothing special, about a dozen steps. Standing on the spiral staircase, I am thinking that I am still on the earth at this moment, because people's hearts on the earth are quite practical. At the entrance of the spiral staircase, two stewardesses greeted us with smiles. That smile is like a pool of water with rippling blue waves and overflowing vitality, which makes people feel very sorry. Walking into the arc-shaped engine room, the left and right rows of seats are neatly arranged, waiting for another wave of guests to arrive. In the engine room, you can feel what is "iron camp, mobile soldiers."

Sitting in the second row, I turned off my cell phone and fastened my seat belt (I heard that airplanes are the safest, why should I fasten my seat belt? The main engine began to roar, just like the captain shouting on the stage in his hometown, and it was still very powerful. Sliding and sliding, suddenly, the scenery on the ground quickly retreated, and I knew it was accelerating. Off the ground, off the ground, with a swish, the plane left the ground in a short time. Along the window, under our feet, I saw a roof as ugly as a monkey's ass. The process of the plane climbing is very difficult, one minute, two minutes, and it feels very slow.

After eating the Chinese food sent by the flight attendants, people's hearts began to run out. The window is really bright and dazzling, attracting me. I put my face tightly on it, opened my eyes 5.2 wide, and then opened them wide. In an instant, I was conquered, conquered by the clouds outside the window, and at this moment, I haven't had time to compete with it. Obviously, when something is too beautiful, it doesn't need a little strength to conquer it. There should be clouds outside the cabin. Clouds are like an endless sea, wrapped in waves and rushing after each other. Clouds gather in piles, just like awning boats connected by chains on the river, waiting side by side. Clouds, like mountains, rise to form rugged peaks and disperse in turn. Look! The clouds are moving. It seems that thousands of horses are running together, and their manes are floating, majestic and fierce. Ah! I seem to see a continuous cotton field, one after another, white and clean, so pure that there is no noise except white, so I admire Yun Qi's noble quality infinitely. I feel dirty in front of the clouds. There are black clouds in gray and blue clouds in white. There are clusters here and there, just like villages scattered on the earth, quiet and gentle. ...

Clouds are alive, aren't they? Clouds also have their own world. I found myself just a passer-by. Unconsciously, a wonderful voice came from the cabin: "The plane has arrived in Shanghai." Like a tired person shaking his body during the journey, the plane touched the ground and my heart was completely connected with the earth again.

It has been 30 years since I first flew in my hometown village.