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One day in the summer vacation, we visited the beautiful Lushan Mountain. To go to Lushan Mountain, we must climb it first. The tour guide was talking in the car, but I was not interested in listening. I looked at the towering Panshan Highway, and before I knew it, my head began to rise. Facing the winding road, I feel dizzy, and I can't help but think of a poem written by Chairman Mao describing Lushan Panshan Highway: I want to go up. Actually it's only 396, but it's enough for me.

As soon as I arrived at Lushan Mountain, the oncoming breeze swept away the fatigue along the way. Sitting in the big guest room, I don't feel stuffy at all. The tour guide seemed to be in the car as if nothing had happened, telling the story of Lushan Mountain. Speaking of the Three Monsters of Lushan Mountain, I pricked up my ears:

There are three monsters in Lushan Mountain, one is the iron cover on the roof, the other is the fast driving of cars, and the third is the guide belt all over the mountain. In addition, the Lushan Grand Theatre here performs romance in Lushan every day, breaking the Guinness Book of Records! We didn't catch up behind, because we entered the mountain and were looking at the clouds on Lushan Mountain!

Lushan fog, gathering and scattering, in the mountains, by your side. The bird in the tree is cicada and singing. Looking at the endless clouds, you will feel a kind of spiritual purification in an instant. Fog waves, accompanied by cool mountain breeze, come to your side. You are like a fairyland, strolling in the green mountains and green waters of Lushan Mountain, here.

How time flies! The morning trip is over, and I am delighted to wait for the afternoon trip. At this time, I really want to shout: "Lushan Mountain is really beautiful!"

Article 2:

Before the winter vacation, my aunt took my brother and me to visit the West Lake. The weather in the south is different from that in the north. It was still cold in the north before March, but it was already spring in the south.

As soon as we entered the West Lake, we smelled a faint fragrance of flowers. Approaching the West Lake, there is a big flower bed with colorful flowers, including red, yellow, white, purple and blue. Go ahead, it's a big lake. Standing on the shore, I looked up and saw that the willow trees on the other side were green. Because it was foggy that day, I vaguely saw a boat floating on the water. The ship is rippling on the water. That moment was really beautiful.

We came to Shidie Bridge, which is called Shidie Bridge because there are nine bends. We stood on the ten-fold bridge and looked at the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, four wild ducks came from the lower reaches of the bridge, flapping their wings on the water and croaking. My brother and I threw crumbs into the lake. Four wild ducks scrambled for food. Two ducks were full and swam away happily, while the other two showed sad expressions. I gave them the remaining crumbs. After eating, they looked up and "quacked" me twice, as if thanking me.

This trip left a deep impression on me and made me linger.

Article 3:

: Visit Simian Mountain.

Today, we are going to play in Shuikou Town.

Shuikou Temple should be very old in my heart, but it is very new, which makes me very disappointed. But I heard that Shuikou Temple has a good scenery, so I kept walking.

We first came to Shuikousi Waterfall. Waterfalls are almost incomparable, just like a string of pearls with broken lines rolling down the mountain. It is like a pearl, but it can't express its momentum. It rushes down like a dozen dragons, and the water mist can splash to more than ten meters. The momentum is really indescribable! Many people go swimming in the swimming pool under the waterfall. I would really like to play in the pool if I hadn't gone to Sandaguai Waterfall! There are three steps at the top of the three fallen waterfalls, and the water flows down from them, just like the water has turned over three times! Although the waterfall is not very big, it is very imposing!

There is finally no Baishuikou Temple today!

Article 4:

Travel with sadness

Time: 20 13-08-03 Reading: 15573 Times Source: Short Literature Network

Author Xin ting

I think I haven't traveled for a long time. In fact, I want to be a backpacker alone, just to travel, that's all.

I don't think you can understand my feelings. I think it really is. In fact, sometimes we are really familiar strangers.

Well, choose a sunny weekend and let me travel with sadness.

Sometimes I can't understand the meaning of traveling alone, just like, I love you very much, but I just can't say something as simple as I love you.

If I love you, I can't allow myself to live alone without hearing from you because I don't know how to live. If I don't love you, please tell me that I am wrong, but it's not true. Sometimes I feel that if I love someone, I have no other heart to breathe. So I want to stay quiet for a period of time, without direction or malice, fall in love with you and choose to travel with sadness.

I want to travel to many places. I want to go to Saigon, a quiet city. Actually, I like going out alone because I feel safe. I don't bother others, and others don't bother me at the same time. I think my life will be peaceful. Quiet and so beautiful. You can go out to make trouble when you are busy, and you can sit by the window and watch the scenery when you are quiet. I said I just want to live a simple and ordinary life.

When a person goes out for a walk, how long will he be depressed at school? Sometimes I miss the sunshine outside more and like to walk in the village outside. I will remember the feeling of staying in the countryside when I was a child, but I just miss those innocent lives. It's comfortable to bask in the sun with headphones on. Although it is very cold in Lanzhou in 12 months, I only wear clothes to keep warm every day. Only in such a lazy afternoon will I feel very warm. In fact, I was the most depressed when I was in the dormitory. After all, those people in the dormitory are not the people around us who really care about me. Besides computer games, all kinds of private lives are talked about in the dormitory. I don't think I feel comfortable listening, so I'm hiding alone to enjoy the peace.

I can walk freely by myself, and I am used to being so casual. I never thought I would be lonely, because I didn't dare to think about it, for fear that things would get out of hand. Where is the sadness? Actually, it's only occasionally. Sadness will eventually get sick in the dormitory, so going out for a walk may make your mind more comfortable.

What you don't know is like you don't know that I'm actually going to heaven. What you don't know is like you don't know why I love you. I just admit that I love you.

Following you is like a trip, both bitter and sweet. Every time I want to leave you, I find how reluctant I am, and I know how reluctant I will be in the end. I just want to know if my selfless love is worth it Maybe I couldn't live without you in my last life.

This kind of day won't last long, and this kind of missing is not worth a hug every day, because I have been thinking about you when I travel, but it doesn't matter because these are things you don't know.

Our relationship is the simplest one. Sometimes I feel down and out, sometimes I wish we had never loved each other, and sometimes I want to die quietly at night early, always feeling so decadent, so how can I go on with you?

No one believes that our relationship is simple, but we are not. I always felt that I found you in laughter, so I found you decisively. I always thought that I would always be by your side, but sometimes I always feel that you are leaving. I don't know where you are going, I don't even know, so you will come back.

I don't think you will leave me, just like I'm just going on a trip, and I'll come back again. But I wonder if I went to heaven alone.

You said, we should run to heaven together.

Article 5:

Travel alone

Time: 20 13-07-09 Reading: 13420 times Source: Short Literature Network

Author Andrea Peng

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Xiao Ke said: "The world is very romantic, and romance is like a person's trip." He has been to many places, such as Paris in his dream, Finland in the snow, Japan in the maple forest and Egypt in summer. In his long travel diary, there are Yosemite National Park in the United States where the prince and Cinderella live in fairy tales, the city that never sleeps conceived by Peter Pan, and the cherry blossom-blooming streets where yehliu rides his bike ... I said, I will go to many places, go to the Greek island of santorini and see Plato's land; Go to the coast of Trinidad and Tobago and feel the peerless customs of the Caribbean; Go to the dolomite mountain in Italy and experience the majestic mountains in the village of Val di Funes. ...

Before that, I had never been anywhere, just sitting in a space less than 10 square meter, looking at the magnificence of 95,000 miles in the book, and my fingertips kept sketching the imaginary place, which was inaccurate, unreal, dreamy or illusory, like a faded 1990 black-and-white movie. I can't see the color of boys' shirts clearly, and I can't remember how girls told me affectionately. Front, suspense, ups and downs, climax ... ask me regularly: it's time to go out for a walk.

The plan has been made and the trip is coming.

Suddenly, those deep-rooted figures came to my mind, such as assassins wearing gorgeous clothes, chivalrous men fighting for the end of the world, cowboys with two guns, cold-blooded spies ... I wanted to imitate them deliberately, but as a realistic person, I could only stop. Their travel is always so casual, and their itinerary is always so clear. As for me, I don't have much feeling about traveling, but I vaguely remember that "Paradise Movie Song" said, "Don't go out for a walk, you think this is the world." I think: If I don't go out for a walk, I think those distinctive figures represent the image of the world. In this case, my idea is really a bit ridiculous.

I am not a step-by-step person. I didn't know to pack until the day before I left. "Notebook, camera, clothes, and …" I don't remember what else I can take.

Suddenly, the whole person seems as confused as a memory vacancy. Just like Evan in The Butterfly Effect, he casually looked at his diary, looked at the empty starry sky and thought about the past and the future. It seems that there really is a power that can change the past and the future. Thoughts and memories kill each other, leaving him in the position of a bystander and helpless. Open your eyes and close your eyes. The hour hand only takes up a small space. I wonder if tomorrow's journey will be smooth.

Sleepy-eyed, I saw Mingxiang in the etude riding a bicycle and started a seven-day and seven-night cycling tour around the island alone. When he is lonely, he plays guitar at the seaside and sleeps on the ground with the sound of moonlight and tide. When you are hungry, share lunch with the factory women who rent a tour bus and protest against the closure of the factory while traveling; When he is tired, he will stop at his grandparents' house ... maybe this is a real trip.

……

Sunlight through the window seam, gently divided the whole strange dream. The next day, I started the third stop of my journey-Yichang.

A backpack, some books, all my favorite songs, a one-way ticket, a unique heart, a person's trip, maybe I will meet my truest self on the way.

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At that time. Good evening. Twilight is coming.

Think of a sentence in "Ten Years of Backpacking": "Italy is cold in July, and I don't feel cold when I get into my sleeping bag. I look up at the starry sky, the bright Tianhe and the warm quilt. " This is a warm language, but now I can't understand it. There is no noise of green leather trains, no steaming crowds in silent times, and chimneys and vendors are all lost in memory. The platform is full of young men and women, 10cm high heels, the sound of kicking; Founder ipad, scratches from fingertips; Anxious urging, numb eyes ...

In fact, traveling alone is really lonely. Away from the earthly fireworks of the innocent age, books and things on the screen are completely lost in the dust of time. Carrying a backpack, shuttling through the numbered carriages, putting anxiety and fear in this tall building, taking strange roads, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs, and then inadvertently remembering a moment.

At this time, I have already sat on the K5529. 04。 The train from Wuchang to Yichang East. Next to a man in his early 30 s, on the left is a sweet-looking girl, very quiet, nobody cares, just fiddling with his belongings. I closed my eyes and felt the bullet train moving forward at an unknown acceleration. The light was dark yellow, with a hypnotic warmth and a gliding smoothness, which made me glance to the left. I feel that he smells like Jack, which reminds me of the scene described in Road: "I'm lying down with a newspaper as my pillow, and the blinking stars are high above my head. When the train turns the corner, these stars arc up and down. Looking at them, I fell asleep. " But I can't sleep.

He held a book "Jane Eyre", wore headphones, opened and closed the book, and repeatedly said, I don't know whether Hugo or Shakespeare has such great ability to make people read a book so faithfully. The Yangtze River, mountains, rivers and Woods outside the window are constantly impacting my retina, and with my infinite doubts, they have been penetrating into the unknown. Eyes casually steal everything around them and put everything into our inch of paper: this is a process. A discovery.

The scenery in the window slowly began to dance and change. In the earphone is Bandari's Morning, with birds singing, running water and quiet piano music, which has been integrated into my dream for some time. Chen Qizhen sang in The Meaning of Travel: You have seen many beautiful scenery, you have seen many beautiful women, you have lost every short time on the map, you have tasted the night in Paris, you have stepped on snowy Beijing, and you have recited every truth you love most in the book, but you can't tell me why you love me, you can't tell me how you appreciate my expression, and you can't tell me why I once tempted you to leave. ...

It seems that all this, like those blue subtitles with long tails in European movies, slowly disappeared at the end of the play, leaving only the unforgettable song, and the journey has just begun at the end, and there is a confused definition in the lyrics.

When the silence passed by, the men and women in the back row finally couldn't help being lonely, playing cards, eating melon seeds, talking and laughing ... very unhappy. With the instinctive cowardice of China people, no one went up and said anything, but kept increasing the volume of headphones. With the letters of Samsung in my hand and the stories in my headphones, my thoughts finally turned to another focus.

Guapi lives in a city far away from me, which is immeasurable as far as the railway, but she knows me in the article. I don't know what kind of coincidence this is. On this day, college students from all over the world became my most loyal readers. Before the college entrance examination, she told me a lot of things and had the opportunity to find her. But now. I sailed to the opposite side, farther and farther away, and the college life she described to me became clearer and clearer. The whole senior three is like a magical journey. I spent it in her persuasion. June came, and my novel was not finished. My journey has already begun. Perhaps in the farthest place from summer, ten years let people discover that nothing can last forever except memory. If one day, my memory really took me to that place, I can only say it's a one percent coincidence. Very happy.

……

The afterglow of the sunset has been lost below the horizon, and the train is sleeping slowly under the vague sky like Van Gogh's original intention. Familiar places have been blocked by distance and evaporated into a fog-like barrier; The warm yellow light on the road made me forget the original direction …

Carrying a bag, when I walked to the exit, there were already many people waiting there.

After unloading my luggage, I wrote a sentence from City Pictorial in my diary: Let's get on the road quickly. Don't say that one day at each other's funeral, if only we had gone then.

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At that time. Late at night. Night has come.

Looking up at the ceiling, I want to ask, "Do you remember the stars blinking? Do you remember dreaming of going to the horizon when you were a child?"? These years, we still have time to walk. Why not on the road? "

No one answered, only my lonely response filled the whole bedroom. Slightly blurred stroke edges. The uneven line segment and the distance of about six centimeters are all in the proud patrol of dust, silently staying in this lost fragment. The clear moonlight winds outside the window, leaving my mind blank.

Turn on the computer, and a lot of news comes from QQ. Many of them are about travel. She said Dalian is a good place. There is a sea in that place. Maybe the ocean is a person's yearning. I've never seen the sea, and I really want to go. He said that Shanghai is a good place, and that place is very prosperous. Perhaps the noise is a person's vision. I have never felt that I really want to go ... I haven't been to many places, but I don't know where to start. At the moment, I came to a strange city, planning to climb mountains, plan to swim, plan to take words as horses and keyboards as dry food, and start my leisure trip.

For tomorrow, I have been very confused, I don't know if the next thing will fall on my head, because most of the time, I have read life from movies, and the trip has been going on, so why worry? Just like the dialogue in the thirty-sixth story: "The city is empty and the story is written by people". I wrote this story in my repertoire. The story goes like this: "One day, a painter woke up in a 40-story hotel room and stood in front of a big French window. He suddenly found that there was no one in the city. He had a brainwave and drew a girl on the paper, carefully cut it out and let her fly out with the wind. The girl wandered around the city alone, drinking coffee alone and watching the scenery alone. The painter thought she was so lonely, so he drew another boy and asked him to fly out, but paperboys flew in another direction and landed in another place. Then he drank coffee and read the newspaper alone ... "

Sleepiness strikes. Put your finger on it.

(Travel Diary 14)

Travel in your own city.

Time: 20 13-04- 14 Reading: 7723 times Source:

Author Xiang Xue Angel

Life is like a besieged city. People outside the city want to go in, and people in the city want to come out. And every city, just like a person, has its own appearance, temper, experience ... whether you are an "indigenous" or a passerby, it contains you and prints your past, present and even future. We should also record them and our own lives. This is the story of this city.

Wu Tong's poems in Ming Dynasty are the best interpretation of this city. He has heard of Danxia landform in Guilin, admired the grassland scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, reveled in the fragrance of bamboo books flowing out of pavilions, and lamented the unique charm of Jiangnan in the shadow of the moon tower. I think the city will always be a symbol, and the final return of the city should lie in people's sense of belonging to it.

I have been in Shaoyang for almost a year, and I try to measure this land inch by inch with my feet. I have tried again and again to find it with my eyes, just trying to find a moment in this city. I also want to get close to it, see every alley and remember the dust of history; Listening to the falling rain, listening to the heroic songs of the sky and the earth in series with lingering smoke; Tread lightly on every street and engrave the traces of the past; Like a duet of vehicles and fallen leaves; Sigh that every small bridge tells the changes of history, and the joy of running water builds the aftermath of rolling east. There is not much luxury, just want to walk by and feel the joy brought by every moment.

I have complained, because its changeable weather has a unique fermentation flavor in the south; Escaped, because the road to the ideal is full of thorns, mixed with distant and unfamiliar copper smell; I hate it, because the soil in my hometown is fragrant and withered again, and I have no passion when I was young, but I have to March forward with heavy hurdles; Maybe, sometimes I love it just because I hit it off at a certain moment.

I have walked through the mountains of this city, and I have seen people coming and going under the mountains. I watched the mountains block the running water, the noise of the city on the left bank and the wild cranes in the countryside on the right bank. I like sitting on the hillside, as if I can touch the temperature of the blue sky with my hand. When I watch the train take away the smoke and smell of this city, I sometimes feel that the world is at my feet.

Life is so hurried, like a stagnant picture scroll, that it is too late to stop and really feel the temperature of the earth, breathe its fragrance and look at the mountains in the distance. I have longed for that one day, walking in this strange and familiar city, I can stand on a boat and experience that a boat has passed and the river and the sea will be misty and rainy for the rest of my life; I am eager to stand on the small bridge and decorate other people's windows; Longing for every corner, every lonely sunset reflected by sunset. Of course, this is just an extravagant hope. Cities always move forward in their own footsteps, just like the rolling river that has passed away forever. Cities make more people blur the concept of hometown. Even if the homesickness of Dada horseshoe resounds through China, I will end up as a passer-by instead of a returnee. More and more rural youths are desperately squeezing into cities. It turns out that city dwellers want to escape from places where they have no sense of belonging. When asked about the word hometown, how many people can't find their own position, and the city has become synonymous with no home.

Shuttling through the city, waiting for more and more worries, really entering the city, spying on the vicissitudes endowed by history, looking up at the eaves dripping with rain and touching the scratches carved on the wooden door, at least, what remains in the memory is the sincere temperature, the whispers between cities, the poems between cities and the chanting of people, all of which are free and expressive exile. A traveler once had such an exile on a train. If there is nothing, then return to the soil of fate and simply pursue the dream in full bloom. "People who walk on the road have never forgotten the beautiful poetry of the city. Maybe one day, you are tired of walking on this road and want to stop and have a rest, or this road is not where your heart belongs. Someone will say to you, let's find the answer on the road. Then, at this time, put aside everything and go to the road to find the answer!

Life is like a long and short sentence. Whether it is the narration in the first half or the exclamation in the second half, every word is integrated into every level, just like I pass by this city, passing by every city and want to travel in my own city.

I think we should all travel in our own cities ... to find a clear soul. This is not fate. I just sat alone in this city and let myself fall behind for a few minutes.