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A trip with my father
In our daily life, everyone is familiar with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a composition carefully arranged by my father and I during a trip. Welcome to read the collection.

A trip with my father 1 It's summer vacation, and I can finally rest at home! After resting at home for about half a month, I decided to go on a business trip with my father. One is to travel, but to experience life and help.

Alas, I don't know if I don't go. I will be surprised if I go. I didn't expect to go out so badly. We have been loading the goods all afternoon. These goods are all mechanical until ten o'clock in the evening. After loading, I had dinner and set off without stopping. Alas, dad has been busy all day. Looking at some distressed! ! However, that night, he drove all night to let him sleep for a while, and he said that he would sleep only when he was sleepy.

I drove all night, slept for an hour in the morning, and then continued on my way. Alas, who can stand sleeping for an hour a day? Although I sit there all day, I am never idle! As for people, it is easiest to doze off in the afternoon. It is inevitable that he only sleeps for an hour every day. In the afternoon, when he is sleepy, he drinks coffee, strong tea and listens to the radio. . It looks really painful. Watching dad stay up all day, risking his life to make money for us. I feel a little sorry and ashamed at the thought of talking back to him before. But now that I'm older and more sensible than before, I hope I can help him, though I won't share too much.

After this experience, I watched him sleep only one hour a day on business trips these days, eat when he was tired, and sweat when loading and unloading. When I don't eat in the morning, I always ask if I'm hungry with the things in the car. He is always afraid that I am hungry. I was afraid that I couldn't keep up with nutrition when I was on a business trip, so I bought some nutrition. Full of milk and some nutritious things, even if he is busy loading, he will buy me lunch. Although he sometimes does things without thinking and makes his family angry, he loves his children as much as Qian Qian's father. When I was a child, he always refused to hit me. I remember that he only hit me once, but I angered him.

This trip, let me remember, let me know a lot, let me learn to cherish, let me understand the importance of family.

A trip with my father, the first day of composition 2, packed my luggage, and we went to the northwest-Inner Mongolia with my father. The magical door is open to us. The water there is delicious, sweet, salty and sour. The clouds there are magicians, white and thick, like rolls of marshmallows. The sky there is blue, like a piece of blue glass. The mountains there are half bald and half dense, continuous. The grass there, the sand there, has become the sea, boundless. The people there are warm, generous, generous and interesting.

Beautiful Huanghuagou

Huanghuagou in Huitengxile grassland is located in the hinterland of Wulanchabu grassland in central Inner Mongolia. It stands between mountains with an average elevation of more than 2000 meters. It is a paradise for windmills and horses.

No matter where you stand, the green under your feet is like a cheerful tune, sometimes soothing, sometimes passionate, sometimes depressing, extending to the sky, and finally, suddenly and simply ending, it becomes a vast expanse of whiteness in the sky.

From a distance, I saw hundreds of windmills, like thin rods. Approached, it turned into a monster, and all seven of us could not surround it with our hands. The huge wind blades whirled happily overhead, making a shocking sound, like roaring thunder, echoing through the sky, like flocks of horses roaring. The driver's master told us: "The windmill turns around and ten trams drive 100 kilometers!" "The power of nature is really overbearing!

Down the grass slope, came to the horse riding field. The fat horses are in groups of three or five, some strolling leisurely with small steps, some crowing proudly, some running fiercely, and some chewing slowly with their heads down. I can't wait to run to a horse, grab the rope and get ready to get on. I can't help but start to feel uneasy: "Will it be bumpy to sit on horseback?" Would you like to take me to fly? "The horse began to move steadily, as if stepping on cotton. There is a long string of "it, it, it" hooves everywhere. In the distance, a horse gave a long cry, mixed with wind, like a train "meowing" ... "and gradually drifted away.

At this point, I became a cowboy in the west, patrolling here.

(2) Love is on the road

Starting from Hohhot, we took a whole day's train and finally came to Alashan.

Just out of the platform, I was greeted by Uncle Dabin and Aunt Liu with warm smiles, and my heart was warm and tired.

When I arrived at the south gate of Bayanhaote, I just got off the bus and a song fell into the ear curtain. Then, the blue Hada fluttered around our necks, and several bowls of wine were gulped down. The quiet and empty street was surrounded by enthusiasm at that moment. I'm so excited to see my donated child soon.

The next morning, our group set out in a drizzle.

The first stop is Xia's home. She stood at the door with a big smile on her face and greeted us warmly. Stepping into the gate, I found it like a maze. Several families live in it, and the path leading to her home twists and turns. When I walked into her house, a wall of awards jumped into my eyes, and I was shocked. Her small room is clean and tidy, and I can't help sighing: I want to study hard from Xia.

The second stop is Wang Benin's home. She is not tall and has a twin brother with polio. I glanced at her two papers-science and math, both of which were. 100. What is even more surprising is that she copied some topics in the blank of the test paper. The fonts and strokes are very straight, unlike my handwriting.

The third stop is the home of Wei Jiaxin, the object of my donation. As soon as we got off the bus, they treated us warmly, with watermelons and tea. I saw a strange ornament hanging on her ear, sitting beside her silently, staring at us without saying a word. I asked her mother curiously, "Aunt, why doesn't Wei Jiaxin speak?" It turned out that what she was wearing on her ear was not an ornament, but a hearing aid. She was diagnosed with hearing disability level II. I got up the courage to ask, "Wei Jiaxin, what grade are you in?" She looked at me doubtfully and said nothing. Her mother had to repeat it to her loudly, and then she replied softly, "I am in Grade Two, and I will be in Grade Three in the second half of the year." So I chatted with her loudly. Although she stays in a silent world and I stay in a talking world, our hearts are connected. When I gave her 1500 yuan, I was both excited and happy. I can make a good friend in such a far place. I must send her a good book when I go back.

After lunch, we came to the last stop-Tang Mingda's house. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw some sheep grazing happily. Just entering the door, Tang Mingda's mother brought her own melon, which was very sweet. Tang Mingda sat on the bed with crutches. He is disabled by cerebral palsy. In order to exercise leg muscles, Tang Mingda gets up at six o'clock every day and goes to school with crutches. I can't help but be shocked: "He can persist for so many years, and I want to learn from his perseverance."

Helping others is helping yourself, and love is on our way.

(3) first contact with the desert

For me living in Hangzhou, the desert is mysterious. This is my first contact with Tengger Desert, the fourth largest desert in China. Tengger means "sky" in Mongolian, which means that the vast quicksand is like an endless sky. Its area is about 30,000 square kilometers.

The sand there belongs to Huang Cancan, just like gold. The sand there is so delicate that it will slip into my socks if I am not careful. The sand there is so soft that it feels like cotton. The sand there has turned into the sea, rolling with countless golden "waves". People like swimming, surfing and boating in this "wave". Sand is flying in the air like a splash, and laughter is connected.

After seven o'clock, the sun set, and it shyly hid behind the sand, and its incomparable beauty appeared in the air. The blue sky suddenly seemed to be brushed by colorful brushes, and suddenly I put on a colorful and shiny striped skirt. The desert disappeared in the distance under the afterglow of the setting sun. After a day of silence, the bugs began to come out to party, one high and one low, one urgent and one slow, and sang songs for the beautiful girl in the sky. When the sky heard this, it covered itself and hid behind a gray scarf.

Nights in the desert are terrible. There was rustling everywhere, and darkness enveloped the whole desert, as if to devour everything. I can't help jumping out of countless monsters in my mind, which makes me afraid to the extreme.

I really hope to get in touch with the desert next time.

This is an interesting, unforgettable and loving trip.

After the final exam, I went on a trip with my father, who said to take me out to relax. I agreed without hesitation. In this way, I began to prepare seriously. I look forward to it every day, looking forward to my father shouting "Let's go!" " "Finally one day, my father said," Let's go, daughter! " I jumped three feet in excitement. After all, this is my father's second trip. However, I am at a loss. Hey! Where is dad taking me? I quickly asked my father, and my father said, "Keep it a secret! "As soon as I went out, I saw a car waiting there. Dad said to me, "Daughter, get on the bus! ""I found my father's colleagues: Uncle He and Uncle Yan.

After two hours' drive, we finally arrived at our destination-Huatiancheng, grey soup hot spring, Ningxiang. Huatiancheng is a five-star hotel, which is very big. My father and I live on the fifth floor. After putting away the luggage, we go to eat. It turns out that there are still many dad's colleagues waiting for us in the hotel. I am the oldest of the children. I like playing with twin sisters very much. When I was with them, I was also innocent and lovely when I was a child. I quickly became good friends with them. After lunch, a large group of us returned to the hotel. As soon as I entered the room, I sighed, "Wow!" Everything in the room, balcony, big bathtub and CEO's office. After enjoying it, I put on my bathing suit and prepared to go to the hot spring. We agreed to meet in the lobby. About five minutes later, everyone arrived and we arrived at the hot spring center.

"Milk Pool" is the first hot spring pool I have ever seen. The milk pool makes me feel that the world could have been so peaceful, with blue sky and green grass and vast land. In that second, there was no noise, no temper, only silence, only peace. I also went to the rose pool, whirlpool pool, coffee pool, mineral spring pool, colorful pool and fish therapy ... The most impressive thing was fish therapy. There are many small fish in a pool, which can bite off the dead skin on us. The little fish itches so much that you can't help laughing. An uncle keeps more than 20 fish. It seems that small fish like to bite him best.

The heat of hot springs, the itch of small fish, the fragrance of milk and the warmth of dad! I like this trip with my father!