Sentences describing the difficulty of climbing mountains and sentences expressing the fatigue of climbing mountains

1, I was really tired, so I stopped to rest against the guardrail next to the stone steps, sometimes thinking about things. Because this mountain seems to have been forgotten by the city, and no one has come, I am enjoying this peace alone, and I can think about everything and nothing. Silent head walking on this only road, in addition to his rough breathing, sometimes I can hear the breathing of trees and feel that they are all looking at themselves. Those familiar and unfamiliar eyes, as if in the middle of the city, have different expressions.

After a long journey of half an hour, I finally reached the top of the mountain. The scenery on the mountain is really beautiful! The house at the foot of the mountain turned into sugar cubes and the Minjiang River into ribbons. Only then did I appreciate the majesty of the mountains.

3, some things, gently put down, not necessarily not easy. Some people, with deep memories, are not necessarily unhappy. Some pain, light is refreshing, not necessarily experienced. Rough road, give a warm and stormy life around you and give yourself a smile. Life is understanding and understanding, keeping happiness in your heart, melting quietly and spreading slowly!

4. Slowly, you will know that not everything must be yours, not that nothing can be lost. Cherish the people who are with you, be kind to them, look at those who are far away from you, and don't complain. It is fate to get together and leave. The longer time goes by, the more I understand the meaning of the word "cherish", and the more I understand that "care" is actually unnecessary.

5. After a short break in spring, I waved goodbye and went to the top of the mountain. The mountain is getting steeper and steeper, and the road is almost gone. It is difficult to walk on a sunny day, not to mention this slippery rainy day. I was glad that I finally climbed over a mountain ridge. Suddenly, another cliff stood in front of me, clutching branches, stepping on crevices, my heart beating, my legs trembling, sweating, and my hands and feet using both hands. A sense of heroism, courage and conquest surged in my chest.