Five selected 600-word after-dinner walking diaries

Walking is a loud and comfortable note in the movement of life, such as poetic mood and picturesque feelings. It is to be impetuous and carefree, and it is the real enrichment of the heart.

Diary of a walk after supper 1

In the early morning, the first morning sun reflected the red earth, and the cold wind blew, making the shrubs wobbly and shivering with cold. Snowflakes all over the sky fluttered with the wind and fell quietly, and the earth was white. All the animals hibernate at home, but the polar bear mother and daughter are not afraid of the cold and still walk leisurely in the snow.

Look! How cute this baby bear looks! A pair of semi-circular ears are furry, the small mouth is upturned, and the furry tail is very cute. Mother bear, with two black pearl eyes embedded in her big round head, is really fierce, with huge body and strong limbs.

At this time, Baby Bear is tired from walking and plans to climb on Mother Bear to have a rest. So, it stopped mother bear and climbed onto her. However, I only climbed two or three times. I looked up and found myself so high from the ground that I was a little scared. I refused to climb any more, holding my mother's bear like a spoiled brat. Mother Bear encouraged him and said, "Don't be afraid, son! Come up! " So, Baby Bear got up his courage, pushed his mother's stomach with his hind legs and pulled his mother's hair with his front paws, trying to climb up. Once or twice, alas! The second time, the front paws accidentally slipped, only to hear a "splash", baby bear fell from his mother and slipped into the snow. This time, all the efforts were in vain, and there was no way but to start from scratch. Once, twice, three times ... the last time! "Hoo-"finally climbed up. Baby bear took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at the white world and said to his mother, "Mom, look, this scenery is so beautiful! Go, let's keep going! "

So, mother bear is carrying baby bear, walking leisurely and smiling. Gradually, the happy mother and daughter walked farther and farther away and disappeared into the vast world, leaving only a string of footprints in the snow, extending all the way to the distance. ...

Diary of a walk after dinner 2

Walking is not good for me, but it will bring me endless meditation.

Along a gravel path, colorful patterns make people feel different. Thick fallen leaves carpeted the path. Walking on it will creak. Reminds me of primary school, when the class teacher held our hands, it was also on such a winding path, the road was covered with thick leaves, and it would make that sound when stepping on it. What a warm scene it was, no worries, no quarrels, only pure laughter. I feel warm when I think of it, and I can't be calm on the lake for a long time.

Stepping on the fallen leaves, accompanied by the wonderful creaking sound, I walked on and saw a girl standing in the dim light, leaning against the railing and staring into the distance, her face full of loneliness. Once upon a time, like her, I ran out of the house angry with my parents, thinking about the fallen leaves floating all over the floor, pouring out my grievances and dissatisfaction, thinking that I was the only one in the world who was the most pitiful. Was I not like her then?

Walking, the moon rose and covered the earth with a veil, as if it had entered a fairyland. Pick up a yellow leaf from the ground and look at the bright moon in the sky. In the days to come, I don't expect myself to be as dazzling as the sun and as pleasing to the eye as flowers. I only hope that I can be the moon, illuminate the road ahead for pedestrians at night, and provide nourishment for young leaves in the coming year like fallen leaves.

Under the moonlight, on the stone road, a fallen leaf rises and falls with the wind. I am buried in this cool autumn with memories of the past and longing for the future.

Diary of a walk after supper 3

In winter, the cold wind blows on the face. Slap everyone in the street. "It's so cold." Although the clothes are thick, I can't help shivering. My parents and I are walking in the street. The dim street lamp reflects the busy street. This is the first time in months.

"Ha ha." I hold my parents' hands. I remember this is the most common action I did when I was a child. Now I remember how happy I was when I was a child! "Hey, it's so warm." Maybe their hands are always warm. I really want to keep doing it. At this time, people on the street are not as busy as in summer, but they are still brightly lit.

I remember when I was a child, "Dad, I want to ride a horse." I shouted to jump on my father's shoulder and look at him with open arms. "Hehe" and "Whoosh" I patted my father on the shoulder like a bird. "Wow, it's so high." I can't help shouting. "Drive, drive." Dad carefully protected me with his hand, lest I fall.

"I want to swing." When I was a child, I also liked to hold my parents' hands and let them "lift me up". I still want to do this now, but years have taken away their strength and left me growing up. "Hey, hey." I jumped up and pulled my parents' hands forward. Two heavy elephants were dragged up by my Hercules. "Don't run, run. Hey. " After running for a while, my mother took a breath.

Dad smiled and said, "I don't run either." "Boring, let's go." I waved and the three men walked slowly with neat steps. "Oh, I'm so tired." I don't know why I feel tired even walking. "Dad, carry me." I jump at it with open hands at any time. "You are really not afraid to bend my waist." "Ha ha." I jumped on my father's back in one step. Dad threatened me and said, "Look, isn't that your classmate?" "Put me down, put me down." Although I knew my father was lying to me, I got into the habit. "More back, more back." "No, I want to come down, I want to come down." Looking back, my mother turned to look at the shop on the side, but still had a smile on her face. I jumped off my father's back and walked with my parents by the hand. ...

At this time, I sat by the window, remembering the smile of walking.

Diary of a walk after supper 4

The sunset drought has sunk from the top of the mountain, and the vast sky is as white as a dream, like a white flag hanging. The sky is no longer hot and dry during the day. Walking on the narrow path in the village, the old houses with blue bricks and ancient tiles on both sides are still standing quietly after the erosion of wind and rain, like vicissitudes of sculpture. There are also many new houses built with cement, without conspicuous decoration, and some show the blue and white arms of the cement wall, showing a simple and honest temperament, just like the people in the village.

There is a small ditch by the roadside, and people use stones to build the embankment neatly. Moss grows on the shore, and green grass grows in several places, showing the green of life. The spring water on the mountain flowed down, and the raindrops on the eaves dripped down and gathered in this small ditch. The water in the ditch sinks faster and faster, from Didi to the west, from the west to Huala, playing a blank movement all the way.

I happened to pass by the open door of a family, and the villagers were sitting at the door eating. When you saw us, you greeted us warmly: "Have you eaten? Come and eat more with us! " Grandma responded loudly: "I have eaten one after another", which makes people feel inexplicably warm every time they pass by. It's like walking all the way in your own house instead of in the village.

The house became thinner and thinner, and after several turns, we left the village. The sky suddenly widened, the horizon reflected the afterglow of the sunset, and there were continuous hills nearby. Walking through a large pond as calm as a mirror and onto the old road paved with gravel, watercolor painting quietly takes you to the middle of the field. The hills on both sides bow to you. There are many trees on the mountain, but from a distance, only the shadow on the edge can be seen. The terraced fields climbed to the top of the mountain step by step, and all kinds of vegetables were planted in the fields, and all kinds of weeds grew on the ridges of the fields, all of which melted in the gray night and could not be seen clearly. The nearby rice fields are spectacular, with rice from Fang Shuitian on one side, neatly like an army array ready to go. It is not clear whether the millet is ripe or not and whether the ears of grain have bent down. It's just that there are waves in the wind, and the rice waves fluctuate like waves, heavy and clear, which indicates that all this will be a golden ocean in the near future.

It is getting dark. At the foot, this old road paved with grass and stones came to an end. After crossing the bridge, we will go home, but my heart seems to want to go on and on. Go down and see the villages that you can't get tired of seeing, say endless greetings, breathe endless fresh air in the fields, and feel the deep homesickness silently.

Diary of a walk after supper 5

It is definitely not a problem for a beautiful junior high school girl with hands and feet and full of energy to walk around a small park with a circumference of only seven or eight hundred meters. But for me, this is a huge test. Just because I have to bring an extra dog, the walking project suddenly becomes so laborious.

That's what I thought at first. Please ask mom and dad for my only daughter. Buy a dog to accompany me when I am lonely, and go for a walk in the park when I have time, which can not only dispel the boredom of walking alone, but also be a relaxed and happy thing.

Unexpectedly, not only did she fail, but that beautiful girl also became the president of Dog Slave Co., Ltd. and became a slave to serve it. In addition to being dragged away by love, he has to stop from time to time to wait for convenience, and then he has to clean up immediately, otherwise I am ready to accept a ticket from the environmental protection unit!

Supposedly, how happy will it be to take a walk in the park and sit comfortably on the park bench and enjoy a fresh breakfast on a leisurely holiday morning? I held the rice ball, hung up my headphones, and held the dog leash, flashing my mind. My dear dog brother rushed forward without accident. I bit half of the rice ball and flew out along a smooth parabola. At this time, I did not hesitate to put aside the image of a beautiful girl, and a roar of a lion resounded through the sky, and a series of curses were issued in my mouth: "Smelly guy! Are you crazy? "

The good mood of walking vanished, and I took the key and went home angrily. I rudely got into the sofa and prepared to make a couch potato, but my original idea of fitness has gone thousands of miles away!

This is my profound experience: walking with dogs is definitely not good!

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