The first article:
One day during the summer vacation, we came to the beautiful Lushan Mountain to visit. To go up to Lushan Mountain, we must first "climb" up Lushan Mountain. The tour guide was talking in the car. They kept talking, but I had no intention of listening. I looked at the winding mountain road reaching into the clouds, and I was already in the clouds and mist without realizing it. My head started to pick up. Facing the winding road, my head started to wander. My mind is spinning, and I can't help but think of Chairman Mao's poem describing the winding road in Lushan Mountain: I want to go up to the lush green four hundred turns, and the hot wind blows the rain and spreads the rain across the river. Four hundred turns, that is, four hundred turns! In fact, there are only 396. But it was enough for me.
As soon as I got to Lushan Mountain, the oncoming breeze swept away the fatigue along the way. Sitting in the coach, I didn’t feel stuffy at all. The tour guide was in the car. It seemed as if nothing had happened, telling the story of Mount Lu. When it came to the three monsters of Mount Lu, I listened carefully:
There are three monsters in Mount Lu, one is the iron roof, the other is the car driving very fast, The Three Monsters is a tour guide all over the mountain. In addition, the Lushan Grand Theater here plays Lushan Love every day, which breaks the Guinness record! I didn’t hear the rest clearly because we entered the mountain and were watching the clouds and mist of Lushan Mountain!
The fog in Lushan Mountain gathers and disperses at times. The vast sea of ??fog is in the mountains, right next to you. The birds on the trees, cicadas, are also singing constantly. Looking at the endless clouds and mists, You will instantly feel a kind of spiritual purification. Waves of mist, accompanied by the cool mountain breeze, come to you. You seem to be in a fairyland, soaring in the mist among the clear mountains and green waters of Mount Lu. Here, the clouds do not seem to be It's so far away, as if you can reach it if you stretch out your hand. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, accompanied by clouds and mist, what a pleasure it is to visit Mount Lushan!
Time flies so fast , the morning trip has ended, I am happily waiting for the afternoon trip. At this time, I really want to shout: "Lushan Mountain is beautiful!"
Second article:
Before school started during the winter vacation, my aunt took my brother and I to visit the West Lake. The weather in the south is different from the weather in the north. The weather in the north was still cold before March, while spring has begun to bloom in the south.
As soon as we entered the West Lake, we smelled a faint fragrance of flowers. Approaching the West Lake, in front of me is a large flower bed with colorful flowers, including red, yellow, white, purple, blue... Walking forward, there is a big lake. Standing on the shore, looking up and looking into the distance, I can see that the willow trees on the opposite side are green. Because it was a foggy day, I can vaguely see a small boat floating on the water. The small boat It was such a beautiful moment rippling on the water.
We came to the Nine-fold Bridge. This bridge is called the Nine-fold Bridge because it has nine bends. We stood on the Jiuzhi Bridge and looked at the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, four wild ducks came from under the bridge, flapping their wings on the water and screaming "Quack". My brother and I threw the bread crumbs into the lake, and four wild ducks The wild ducks scrambled for food. Two ducks were full and swam away happily, while the remaining two showed sad expressions. I gave them the remaining bread crumbs. After they finished eating, they raised their heads and called me "quack" twice, as if to thank me.
This trip left a deep impression on me and made me linger.
Part 3:
: Visit Simian Mountain
Today, we are going to Shuikou Town.
Shikou Temple should be very old in my mind, but it is very new, which is very disappointing to me. But I heard that the scenery at Shuikou Temple is very good, so I continued walking.
We first came to Shuikou Temple Waterfall. The waterfall is simply indescribable, really like a string of broken pearls "rolling" down the mountain. Saying it looks like a pearl cannot actually express its momentum. It rushed down like a dozen giant dragons, and the water mist could splash to a distance of more than ten meters. The momentum was really indescribable! Many people ran to swim in the pool under the waterfall.
If it weren't for the purpose of going to Sandaokai Waterfall, I would really like to play in the pool! There are three "ladders" at the top of Sandaguai Waterfall. The water flows down from it, as if the water has turned three somersaults! Although, this The waterfall is not very big, but it is very impressive!
Finally there is no Bai Lai Shuikou Temple today!
Part 4:
Traveling with sadness
Time: 2013-08-03 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 by myself, just travel simply, and I will be very happy just like that.
I don’t think you will understand my feelings. I think this is really the case. In fact, sometimes we are just familiar strangers.
Well, choose a sunny weekend and let me travel with sadness.
Sometimes I myself can’t understand the meaning of traveling alone. It’s like, I obviously love you very much, but I can’t even express such simple words as “I love you”.
If I love you, I cannot allow myself to live alone without your news, because I don’t know how to live. If I don't love you, please tell me I'm wrong, but it's not true. Sometimes I feel that I don’t have the heart to breathe when I love someone. So I want to stay quietly for a while, without direction or malice, fall in love with you, and choose to travel with sadness.
I want to travel to many places, and I want to go to Saigon, a city where I have stayed in peace and quiet. I actually like to go out and walk alone, because this way I will feel safe. I don't disturb others, and others don't disturb me. I think my life will be very quiet. Quiet and so beautiful. When it’s busy, I can go out and make noise. When it’s quiet, I can sit in front of the window and look at the scenery. I said I just want a simple and ordinary life.
When I go out for a walk alone, I feel depressed at school. Sometimes I miss the sunshine more. I like to walk in the village outside. It reminds me of the feeling of staying in the countryside when I was a child. In fact, it is just Miss those innocent lives. It is very comfortable to bask in the sun with earphones plugged in. Although it is very cold in Lanzhou in December, I only have to keep warm in my clothes every day. I feel very warm only when I bask in the sun in such a lazy afternoon. In fact, it is the most depressing when staying in the dormitory. Yes, after all, those people in the dormitory are not the people around us who really care about me. In addition to computer games, the dormitory is full of people talking about various private lives. I think I feel uncomfortable listening to it, so I hide away from someone. Come out and enjoy the quiet.
I can walk around freely by myself, and I am used to it. I never thought that I would be lonely like this, because I didn't dare to think about it, for fear that it would get out of hand. So where is the sadness? It’s just occasional. Sadness and sadness will eventually get sick in the dormitory. Maybe going out for a walk will make you feel better.
Those things you don’t know are just like you don’t know that I am actually running towards heaven. Those things you don’t know are just like you don’t know why I love you. I just admit that I love you.
Following you is like a journey, with bitterness and sweetness. Every time I want to leave you, I realize how reluctant I am to leave you, and I know in my heart how reluctant I will be in the end. . I just want to know if my desperate love is worth it. Maybe I couldn't live without you in my previous life.
This kind of day will not last long, this kind of longing is not worth a heart-warming hug every day, because when I travel, I keep thinking of you, but it doesn’t matter because these are It's something you don't know.
Our relationship is the simplest relationship. Sometimes I feel that I am in despair. Sometimes I would rather we never fell in love. Sometimes I want to die early and quietly at night. I always feel that I am How can I keep walking with you when you are so decadent?
No one believes that we have a simple relationship, but we are indeed not simple. I always feel that I found you in a burst of laughter, and found you so decisively.
I always thought that I would stay by your side forever, but sometimes I always feel that you are leaving. I don’t know where you are going. If I don’t even know, you will come back.
I don’t think you will leave me. Just like when I leave, it’s just a trip. I will still come back. But I thought about it, did I go to heaven alone?
We want to run towards heaven together, you said so.
Part 5:
A Traveling Alone
Time: 2013-07-09 Read: 13420 times Source: Short Literature Network
Author Peng Di
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Xiao Ke said: "The world is very romantic, as romantic as a solo trip." He has been to many, many places, such as Paris of dreams, Finland of snow, Japan of maples, and Egypt of summer. In his long travel diary, there is Yosemite National Park in the United States where the prince and Cinderella live in the fairy tale. The never--land conceived by Peter Pan, the cherry-blossomed streets that Yuyeliu rides through... I said, I also want to go to many, many places, to Santorini, Greece, to see the land of nature written by Plato; Go to the seaside of Trinidad and Tobago to experience the unique style of the Caribbean Sea; go to the Dolomites in Italy to experience the majestic mountain scenery of the Val di Funes countryside...
Before that, I I have never been anywhere, just sitting in a space of less than 10 square meters, looking at the splendid ninety-five thousand miles in the book, and my fingertips keep sketching the imaginary places. It is not exact, unreal, like a dream. Or it's as ethereal as a faded black-and-white movie from 1990. I can't clearly see the color of the boy's shirt, and I can't remember the girl's affectionate confession. All that's left is the bicycle traveling on the endless avenue day after day. Foreshadowing, suspense, ups and downs, climax... They regularly asked me: It's time to go out for a walk.
The plan has been decided and the trip is coming.
Those deep-rooted characters suddenly appeared in my mind, the assassins walking at night in brocade, the knights wielding swords all over the world, the cowboys holding double guns, the spies with cold expressions... I wanted to deliberately imitate them, but as a person As a real person, I can only stop. Their travels are always so casual and their itineraries are always so clear. As for me, I don’t have too many feelings about travel. I just vaguely remember the saying in "Paradise Movie Song": "If you don’t go out for a walk, you will think this is the world." I thought: If I don’t go out for a walk, , thinking that a few distinctive characters represent the image of the world. From this point of view, my thoughts are indeed a bit ridiculous.
I am not a step-by-step person. I only knew that I needed to pack my luggage the day before I left. "Notebook, camera, clothes, and..." I couldn't remember what else I needed. bring.
Suddenly, the whole person felt confused as if his memory was empty. Just like Evan in "The Butterfly Effect", he casually flipped through his diary, looked at the empty starry sky, and thought about the past and the future. It seemed that he really had a kind of power. The past and future can be changed, thoughts and memories fight each other, leaving oneself in the position of a bystander, helpless. Open your eyes, close your eyes, and the hour hand will move a small distance. I don’t know if tomorrow’s journey will be smooth.
While sleepy, I vaguely saw Ming Xiang in "Etudes" riding a bicycle, embarking on a seven-day and seven-night bicycle journey around the island alone. When he was lonely, he played the guitar on the beach, accompanied by the moonlight and the sound of the ocean tide, using the earth as his bed and sleeping on the spot; when he was hungry, he shared lunch with the female factory workers who rented a tour bus to protest against the closure of the factory while traveling; When he was tired, he stopped at his grandparents' house... maybe this was a true journey.
......
The sunlight cuts in along the cracks in the window, gently dividing the entire bizarre dream. The next day, I started the third stop of my journey - Yichang.
A backpack, a few books, all your favorite songs, a one-way ticket, a free and unrestrained heart, traveling alone, you may meet your truest self on the road.
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At that time. evening. Dusk is closing.
I am reminded of a sentence in "Ten Years of Backpacking": "It's a cool night in Italy in July. I don't feel cold even when I get into my sleeping bag. I look up at the stars, the bright Milky Way, and the warm quilt." . It's a very warm language, but now I can't understand it. There is no clattering sound of the green train, no steaming crowds in the silent era, and the chimneys and hawkers have all disappeared from memory. The platform is full of young men and women, wearing 10cm high heels, the sound of tapping; square iPads, scratches on their fingertips; anxious urging, numb eyes...
Actually, a Human travel is really lonely. The fireworks of the pure era are far gone. Things in books and screens have been completely lost in the dust of time. Carrying a backpack, I shuttle between the digitally programmed carriages, placing my uneasiness and fear among the tall buildings with my head exposed, walking on unfamiliar roads, seeing unfamiliar scenery, listening to unfamiliar songs, and then inadvertently remembering a certain moment.
At this moment, I am sitting on K5529. 04. A train from Wuchang to Yichang East. Next to him is a burly man in his early 30s, and on the left is a sweet-looking girl. She is very quiet, no one speaks, they just control the items in their hands. I closed my eyes and felt the train moving rapidly forward at an unknown acceleration. The lights were dim and yellow, with a hypnotic warmth and a smooth, gliding feeling. I couldn't help but glance to the left. He feels a bit like Jack, which reminds me of the scene described in "The Road": "I lay down, using a piece of newspaper as a pillow, high above me are the twinkling stars, and when the train curves along , these stars drew arcs up and down, looking at them, I fell asleep. "But, I couldn't fall asleep.
He was holding a copy of "Jane Eyre", wearing headphones, facing the book with open and closed eyes, and murmured repeatedly, wondering whether it was Hugo or Shakespeare who had such great ability, able to make People read a book so faithfully. The Yangtze River, mountains, and woods outside the window continuously impacted my retinas, carrying my endless doubts and heading towards the unknown. My eyes steal everything around me casually, and put everything into my small piece of paper: It is a process. A discover.
The scenery outside the car window slowly began to fly and change. Bandari's "Morning" is playing in the headphones. There are birds singing, water flowing, and very quiet piano music, which blends into my dreams one after another. Chen Qizhen sings in "The Meaning of Travel": You have seen many beautiful scenery, you have seen many beauties, you are lost in every short time on the map, you have tasted Paris at night, you have walked through snowy Beijing, you know it by heart. Every sentence in the book is your favorite truth, but you can’t tell me why you love me, but you can’t tell me which expression of mine you admire, but you can’t tell me on what occasion I made you fall in love, and you can’t tell me why you left...
It seems that all of this is like those blue subtitles with long tails in European movies, which slowly disappear at the end of the play, leaving only the unforgettable melody, and travel At the end, it has just begun, with the confusion defined in the lyrics.
When the silence left over time, the couples in the back row finally couldn't help but feel lonely, playing cards, eating melon seeds, laughing... It was very unpleasant. And with the instinctive cowardice of the Chinese people, no one said anything, they just kept turning up the volume on their headphones. With the letters SAMSUNG in my hand and the story in my headphones, my thoughts finally turned to another focus.
Guapi lives in a city far, far away from me, so far away that the railway lines are immeasurable, but she got to know me through words. I don’t know what kind of coincidence it is that this college student is so far apart. She has become my most loyal reader. Before the college entrance examination, she told me many things and I had the opportunity to go to her place. But, now. But I drove to the opposite place, getting further and further away, and the college life she described to me became clearer and clearer. The entire senior year of high school was like a magical journey, spent under her instructions, and in June When the time came, the novel was not finished, but my journey had already begun. Perhaps in the place farthest from summer, ten years of time make people discover that nothing can last forever except memory.
If one day, my memory really takes me to that place, I can only say that it is a one percent coincidence. Very happy.
......
The dim light of the setting sun has been lost under the horizon. The train sleeps slowly and stays under the blurry sky like Van Gogh's intention. The familiar place has been distanced. Blocked by it, it evaporated into a fog-like barrier; as the sky got darker, the warm yellow lights on the road made me forget my original direction...
When I walked to the exit with my luggage on my back, 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 let one day, we say at each other's funeral, if It would have been nice to have gone there then.
3
At that time. late at night. Night has come.
Looking up at the ceiling, I want to ask: "Do you still remember that the stars can blink? Do you still remember that when you were a child, you dreamed of going to the horizon. In these years, we still have time and can still walk, so why not on the road." "
No one answered, only the lonely response from the characters I posted all over the bedroom. Slightly blurred stroke edges. The not-so-straight line segments and the distance of about six centimeters were all in the dust's arrogant inspection, silently staying in this lost fragment. The moonlight was shining clearly outside the window, making my mind go blank.
When I turned on my computer, there were a lot of messages coming from QQ. Many topics are about travel. She said that Dalian is a good place. There is a sea there. Maybe the sea is a person’s yearning. I have never seen the sea and I really want to go. He said that Shanghai is a good place and that place is very prosperous. , maybe the hustle and bustle is a person's longing, I have never felt it, and I really want to go... There are too many places I haven't been to, but I don't know where to start. At this moment, I came to an inexplicable city, planning to go mountain climbing, planning to go swimming , I plan to use words as my horse and the keyboard as my dry food, and start my journey at will.
I have always been confused about tomorrow. I don’t know what will happen to me next, because many times, I understand life from movies. Traveling keeps going on, why bother? Fear, why worry. Just like the dialogue in "The 36th Story": "The city is empty, but the stories are written by people." I wrote the story with my deeds. And the story unfolded like this: "One day, a painter woke up in a forty-story hotel room. Standing in front of the large French window, he suddenly found that there was no one in the city. He had an idea. , he drew a girl on the paper, cut it out carefully, and let her fly out with the wind. The girl roamed alone in the city, drinking coffee and looking at the scenery alone. The artist felt that she was so lonely. , I drew another boy and let him fly out, but the paper boy flew in another direction and landed in another place. Then he drank coffee alone and read the newspaper alone..."
Drowsiness comes over me. Just leave it at that.
(Travel Diary 14)
Travel in your own city
Time: 2013-04-14 Read: 7723 times Source:
Author Xiangxue Xinzi
Life is like a besieged city. People outside the city want to get in, and people in the city want to get out. And every city is like a person, with its own appearance, temperament, and experience... No matter you are a "native" or a passer-by, it accommodates you and imprints your past, present, and even future. And we should also record them, and also record our own lives. This is - City Chronicles.
"Southern Chuxiong is bordered by hundreds of Cantonese relatives, the mountains and rivers are the same as the local customs, the singing woodcutter woman has a yellow thatched bun, and she is carrying a hundred-ge scarf for recruiting people." This poem by Wu Tong in the Ming Dynasty is a description of this city. The best explanation is that I have heard about the Danxia landform of Langshan Mountain, which is "the most beautiful place in Guilin". I have also secretly envied the scenery of the Jiangnan grassland in the Eighty-mile Nanshan Mountain. I have also been intoxicated by the fragrance of bamboo pavilions and books flowing out of the pavilions, and sighed with emotion. The unique charm of the south of the Yangtze River in the shadow of Yita... What kind of city is this, carrying the cradle of life. I think the city is always a symbol, and the ultimate return to the city should lie in people's sense of belonging to it.
I have been in the city of Shaoyang for almost a year. I have tried to measure this land inch by inch with my feet, and I have tried to search this city again and again with my eyes. , just want to search for a certain moment in this city. I also wanted to get close to it, to see the smoke and dust etching history in every alley; to listen to the patter of rain on the stone slabs and the heroic song that connects the sky and the earth with the lingering smoke; to tread lightly on every street to mark the traces of passing; to watch the passing vehicles. The pas de deux with the falling leaves; sighing at each arc of the small bridge tells the historical changes, and the joy of the gurgling water builds the aftermath of the rolling eastward. I don’t have much luxury, I just want to walk gently and feel the joy of every moment. of joy.
I have complained because of the changeable weather and the unique fermentation smell of the south; I have escaped because I am discouraged by the thorns on the ideal road, mixed with the distant and unfamiliar smell of copper; I hate it However, because the fragrance of the soil of my hometown faded away again, I did not have the passion I had when I was young, and could only move forward with the chatter of many barriers; maybe, sometimes I also loved it, just because of my affinity with it at a certain moment.
I have walked through the mountains of this city, and I have seen people coming and going at the foot of the mountains. I have watched the mountains cut off the flowing water, the hustle and bustle of the city on the left bank, and the leisurely clouds and wild cranes in the countryside on the right bank. I enjoy sitting on the edge of the mountain. It feels like I can reach out and feel the warmth of the blue sky. Watching the trains going back and forth carrying away the smoke of the world and the smell of this city, sometimes I feel that the world is at my feet.
Life is so busy, like a stagnant picture scroll, that there is no time to stop and truly feel the temperature of the earth, breathe the fragrance of the earth, and look at the distant mountains. I once longed that one day, when walking in this strange but familiar city, I could stand on a small boat and experience the mist and rain that once the boat passed away, the river and the sea left the rest of my life; I longed to stand on the small bridge on the flowing water and be a decoration for others. window; longing for every corner and the sunset reflected by the setting sun. Of course, this is just an extravagant hope. The city will always move forward at its own pace, just like the river that rolls away and never returns. The city has blurred the concept of hometown for more people. Even if the sound of homesickness echoes across the land of China, it will eventually end in the fact that I am not a returnee, but just a passerby. More and more rural youths are trying their best to squeeze into the city. Faced with various pressures from society, urbanites in the city want to escape from a place where they have no sense of belonging. When asked about the word hometown, how many people I can no longer find my place, and the city has become synonymous with having no destination.
Walking around in this city, I feel a lot of waiting and a lot of sorrow. I really walk into this city and peep into what history has given it. Feeling the vicissitudes of life, looking up at the eaves dripping with rain, touching the scratches engraved on the wooden door, at least, what remains in the memory is the sincere temperature, cities, whispers, and poems, which affect people For me, it is all a free and expressive exile. A traveler once had this random thought on a train, "Time, life, youth, for you and me, are all the best scenery. Wherever you go, you will enjoy it." Where to go. If there is nothing, then return to the soil of fate, simple but full of chasing dreams. People walking on the road have never forgotten the beautiful poetry of the city. Maybe one day, you will be tired walking on this road. If you really want to stop and take a rest, or this road is not where your heart belongs, someone will say to you, go ahead and find the answer on the road. Then, at this time, leave everything behind and go on the road to find the answer!
Life is like a series of long and short sentences. Whether it is a narration in the first half or a sigh in the second half, every word and sentence is blended into every sound, just like, I am passing by this city. , walked through every city, and wanted to travel in my own city.
I think we should all travel in our own cities... looking for a clear soul. This is not fate. I just sat alone in this city and slowed myself down a bit.