When I was a child, I watched the Spring Festival party one year, and the dance "The Spirit of Sparrows" deeply attracted me. A graceful dancer dances, and her gentle and vivid dancing makes me feel the beauty of art. My mother told me that this dancer is a Bai dancer in Yunnan. From then on, I learned about Yunnan, and I yearned for a trip to the south of colorful clouds.
Last National Day, I finally realized Caiyun's dream. My mother and I went to the first stop-Dali. The tour guide said that the natural scenery of Dali can be summarized as a picture-a picture of wind, flowers, snow and moon: Xiaguan wind, Shangguan flower, Cangshan snow and Erhai moon. I can't wait to jump into the painting.
In the morning, we went straight to Cangshan. Looking up at Cangshan Mountain, the mountain is steep, rising from the ground, with rugged rocks and shady trees. We took a ropeway car and reached an altitude of more than 3000 meters in one breath. Overlooking the mountains, the legendary jade belt cloud magically appeared: a milky white cloud belt between the mountains, like a brocade woven by a fairy, floated halfway up the mountain, as if we had entered a fairyland. We continued to climb, riding the wind and stepping on the clouds. From time to time, there were a few birdsongs, as if cheering for us.
Walking, there was a faint voice in the distance-a voice. We all hurried to speed up the pace, and I trotted all the way, acting as a depth charge. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and a torrent rushed down the cliff. Under the sunshine, it seems to be rehearsing in the air, generating, like a dragon spitting out pearls, rushing into the pool and stirring up boiling waves. There are three characters engraved on the mossy stone wall-Ximatan. I put my hand into the pool, and a cold feeling spread all over my body in an instant, and the fatigue of climbing the mountain suddenly disappeared. While speaking, we came to the top of Cangshan Mountain. Under the blue sky, the surrounding peaks are connected like a strong team. Erhai Lake at the foot of the distant mountain, like a silver ribbon, winds from the distant sky. Erhai Lake is like a toilet mirror. All the white clouds and green hills are in the mirror. Clouds are hovering and mountains are hanging upside down in the water. The color is green and poetic. The Bai people's houses around Erhai Lake guard this beautiful landscape, and the landscape here suddenly adds a bit of popularity and vitality. At this time, I suddenly remembered the poem of Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Climb to the top of the mountain, and you will see that other mountains are short under the sky."
In the next few days, in Shimonoseki, the refreshing wind blew on my cheeks; In Shangguan, I lay on the vast grassland full of flowers and looked at the blue sky and white clouds. By the Erhai Lake, under a full moon like a jade plate, I think the world is so quiet and beautiful ... I love Cangshan Erhai Lake, and I love the beautiful scenery of Yunnan.
I have been to many places, and almost every holiday, my parents will take me abroad to play. So that now I have traveled almost four continents. However, there is one place that left me the deepest memory, not only because of its beauty, but also because of its unforgettable experience.
That's Yellowstone National Park in America. In fact, before going to Huangshi, I heard the tour guide say that there are deer, bison and even wolves and bears in Huangshi National Park. If we are lucky, we should be able to see many wild animals.
I followed the coach into the park with great expectation, and the beauty of Huangshi really deserved its reputation, which made me deeply intoxicated. However, when the car passed a fork in the road, I saw a shocking scene: I saw huge dead trees standing at will, bare branches bending fiercely, as if crying to passers-by about their pain and misfortune. It turns out that a mountain fire happened here not long ago, and many trees were burned to death. I wonder how many wild animals have not escaped this natural disaster! I am imagining things. Suddenly, I felt the speed of the car slow down rapidly, and there was a faint noise ahead. Suddenly, I heard the guide shouting excitedly, "Bison! A large group! Look! "
It's really a cow! They look a bit like yaks in Tibetan areas, covered with thick brown hair, and slowly walk out of the new forest after the fire, just like the sun rises to the horizon in the morning. The cattle walked leisurely, as if they were just walking out of leisure and elegance. Their pace is very calm and purposeful. I seem to know that the days are still long and there is still enough time to reach my destination. They belong to this free forest just as white clouds belong to the sky.
However, those tourists don't seem to think so. They shouted excitedly and honked their horns, trying to drive this "beautiful white cloud" away from their chosen route. The cattle seemed frightened and huddled in confusion in a sunken grass pit. Tourists are surrounded by cows and take photos without restraint. There are even a few people around a calf, grabbing its horns and patting its body. The calf trembled in the crowd and was at a loss. ...
In the eyes of these poor bison, these excited tourists at the moment are probably no different from the mountain fire that destroyed trees in Huangshi National Park!
I asked the tour guide if so many tourists would attract wolves. The tour guide smiled and said, "Wolves are afraid of people. Once hundreds of people took pictures around a wolf, and the wolf was scared like a dog ... "
When the unrestrained white clouds in the air are abruptly thrown into dry ice by human beings, they are no longer white clouds. We saw many bison along the way, surrounded by a large number of tourists, like raindrops falling into puddles, stirring up a weak splash in vain.
On the way back, the tour guide kept sighing: "Why didn't you see the deer? There should be more deer than cattle in this place. " I laughed to myself: perhaps the clever deer had long realized the crisis and hid in the depths of the jungle that human footprints could not reach.
If you really love life, don't disturb it, let it remain in its original state of existence.
Then, in the name of love, what attitude do these people who wantonly destroy their quiet life for a photo approach these simple creatures?
During the summer vacation, my parents took me to Xiamen, the first time I went to such a far place. I can imagine my excitement.
Xiamen is an island city and Gulangyu is a beautiful island. As soon as I boarded Gulangyu Island, I felt that I had come to a world completely opposite to our Xi 'an. It is so quiet and clean, away from the noise and dust of the city. I can't bear to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing people who are resting and those sleeping flowers and plants.
Gulangyu Island is not very big, but it has the reputation of "Piano Island" because there are about 600 pianos on the island. Walking on the tree-lined path, you will hear the elegant piano sound from time to time. Here is really a kingdom of music: every tree is hung with "silvery white music score", and a gust of wind blows, and the "music score" ripples with the wind, like dancing happily. Long air roots fall vertically from different heights, just like a fairyland. I cheered all the way, stood on tiptoe to touch the tentacles of fairyland, put my head in the tentacles and let them "scratch" my hair. I run unscrupulously on the road, touching buildings with different styles and exotic flowers and trees in my eyes from time to time.
At noon, the sea turned red under the sunlight, and the beach gradually became lively. Facing the sun, we stood on the beach. My mother and I excitedly took off our shoes and simply buried our feet in the sand. It's like a fire burning under our feet, which makes me jump off the beach and bury my feet in the sand again and again to feel the taste of the sand. I was lying on the beach with my parents, scrambling to dig piles of sand: we piled up the Great Wall, houses, mountains and highways ... There were many Beckhams on the beach.
Shells come in different sizes and shapes. I decorated our work with shells. We laughed and cried happily and rolled on the beach, completely ignoring the sand in our hair and clothes.
Seeing the beach and the sea for the first time, I was very excited and afraid to miss any place. I pulled my parents up and flew to the seaside, let the sea breeze blow my hair and let the seawater drown my ankles. In front of my eyes, the waves are surging with white spray. Those waters, like white dolphins, rushed to the shore and held the boat by the sea in their arms. I rushed to catch it and catch the white singing waves. However, the waves swooped back and swept them away. We played games with the waves, the sea rolled, and the high waves came round and round to us, so we ran away quickly. Sometimes the waves are too big and the sea will get wet all over us. Looking at each other like a drowned rat, we laughed loudly.
We took a yacht and sailed into the shallow sea, and the sea was crystal clear. I clearly saw all kinds of small fish and crabs swimming around in the water. I stretch out my hand from time to time to try to catch them, but these clever creatures always swim quickly through my fingertips. I tried again and again by the yacht. I almost slipped into the water and was grabbed by my quick-eyed father and dragged into the cabin.
White clouds are still fluttering in the blue sky, seagulls are still flying freely on the water, and my parents and I want to have fun here.
On May 1 this year, my father took me to Yuntai Mountain to play. When I came to the foot of the mountain, I saw that the top of the mountain was misty and beautiful as a fairyland. No wonder this mountain is called Yuntai Mountain. There was a wooden sign on the roadside, which read a few lines: "Don't leave anything except your footprints;": Don't take anything away except your memory. "
I think that mountain must be beautiful, so I can't wait to March on it with my father. When we came to a narrow path, I carefully grabbed the wooden handrail and walked slowly forward, but somehow, my foot slipped and fell. Fortunately, a railing stopped me next to me, and my hand seemed to be broken. I looked up. I wonder who threw the banana peel on the stone steps. How wicked! At this time, I noticed that the handrails were also engraved with words, and some were engraved with the words "Come here"; Some are engraved with their own names; Everyone else is engraved with their own QQ…… ......................................................... These words are crooked and ugly!
When I walked to the Black Dragon Cave, I was shocked. Several uncles and aunts are carving things on the stone wall. I really wanted to stop them, but when I saw them tall and big, I chickened out. At this time, several eleven or twelve-year-old boys came. They don't know where to pick flowers and grow grass, and they stand on the rocks and play Flowers Are Scattered. Beautiful petals crying in the air. ...
When I walk through large and small ponds, I can always see some children holding bottles to catch tadpoles. Looking at the tadpoles in the bottle, I am really worried about them. Can they grow into frogs? Can you go back to this beautiful Yuntai Mountain? What is waiting for them? I think only that terrible death. How cruel these children are!
Nature is our home, and each of us has the responsibility to protect it, cherish it and make it beautiful forever. Let's be a civilized tourist, as the wooden sign says, "Don't leave anything but your footprints; Don't take anything away except your memory. "
In the process of catching up on homework during the summer vacation, it seems that I also like to take a few days to wander around Beijing. My friend who I haven't seen for years just came back, giving me another reason to go out and play.
The scorching sun in Beijing in July, walking on the road, the smell of asphalt came to my face. Although the meeting with Hanazono Sakura, a good friend, was delayed for nearly an hour because of their lateness, the joy and kindness at reunion is the best emotion, which will not be diminished because of their lateness. In this way, with this warmth, I stepped into the noise of the city in summer.
Wudaoying Hutong, the destination of this trip, is a Beijing Hutong with a long history. The shade of trees brings precious coolness to people in hutongs. Leisurely, the moment I walked in, it seemed that time had slowed down and I was far away from the noise of the city. There are ringing bicycle bells, tactfully singing birds, slightly flapping big cattail leaf fans, literary cafes, small shops ... Pushing open heavy doors and walking down stairs, it is a small grocery store, only the owner is there. There is soothing music in the store, and the suitable temperature makes people want to stay for a long time. Wooden shelves, soft lighting, sales items from trinkets to clothes, from CDs to books, the owner left a comment or an interesting introduction with a note. The shopkeeper is a warm-hearted person, so he took the initiative to chat with us. "Are you from Beijing?" "Authentic old Beijing." He answered my question cheerfully. Chatting and chatting, I gradually realized that he runs his own grocery store and only takes what he thinks is good and interesting as a commodity. "Individuals sell things more casually. Sometimes I can't bear to sell it, so I put it on the top shelf, raise some prices, and keep it for myself if no one buys it ... "Mr. shopkeeper is young and over forty years old. I asked him why he didn't go out to work when he was young. While making tea, he smiled and said, "I grew up in an alley when I was a child, and now I don't want to go." Besides, I am used to the ordinary years in an alley. " I nodded and looked at the shelves in the store again. I had nothing to buy myself, so I went to the bookcase and got a copy of Yu Xiuhua's Unjustified Joy. The shopkeeper posted a note saying, "The vocabulary of modern Chinese is very dirty. Let's purify it with poetry and prose." The shopkeeper knows this shop like the back of his hand and is willing to be a guide for strangers.
Because of the time, we didn't stay long, walking in the hutong, surrounded by the tranquility of summer again, and our hearts were calm. Yes, in this alley, it has its own small world, but it is unremarkable in the vast sea of people. Very ordinary, but it seems extraordinary. Behind the unique stories are interesting souls, thus forming this society. People worship heroes, but forget ordinary greatness. Calm down and you will find scenery everywhere. This trip to Wudaoying is also very ordinary, not comparable to the experience of going to ace during the holiday, but just like the grocery store and interesting shopkeepers outside the noise, it is ordinary and special, just like a little star among the stars, shining and will never be erased.
During the winter vacation, my father took us to Luzhai, which was my second time. This time I came to Luzhai, one was shopping and the other was eating juice chrysanthemum fish.
I gained experience in my father's car, especially when I paid the toll. Dad often only puts the handbrake in half, and often makes his mother angry: "The handbrake is not finished! Xun Xun, you go and help him release it! " Some leaders have developed the habit of not calling my father's cell phone, which makes me feel sour when I answer the phone for my father.
When I came back, I saw that there was nothing to listen to on the radio, so I changed the dishes. Just after listening to the first song "Paradise", my father strongly requested to change the MP3 player. The first song is not bad, but the second one sounds a little goosebumps, because the beginning is: "The north wind blows, the snow falls …" Just trying to change it, I was scolded again. Huang Xun, how long has it been since you touched your learning machine? Do you know ... "Who cares about you? Go to sleep. I went home before I knew it I suddenly sat up and asked, "So soon?"
This trip to Luzhai is over.
During the eight-day National Day holiday, my parents took me to travel to Guangdong and Shandong. I witnessed with my own eyes that some tourists are very uncivilized and rude: spitting, making noise and so on. The tourist attractions are beautiful, but their behavior is not beautiful at all.
Let's start with our family of three. No matter which scenic spot we are in, we all stress civilization. Throwing garbage and spitting are all about finding trash cans. If you can't find the trash can for a while, take the garbage in your hand and throw it away when you see it. We all lined up to buy tickets and visit scenic spots. No matter how many people there are, we don't cut in line, and it's polite to meet old people.
But some tourists are very uncivilized. I am in Hailing Island National Ocean Park in Yangjiang, Guangdong. It was clearly written on the beach: "No firecrackers and lanterns." However, many people set off fireworks on the beach, and Kongming lanterns were also in the wind. The next morning, my mother took me for a walk on the beach, and found that the beach was full of misplaced lanterns, firecrackers and garbage. It was dirty and messy, and we were not in the mood to walk on the beach.
In Mount Tai, there is a lot of garbage on the mountain, and along the road, "70% people, 15% vendors, 15% garbage". It is no exaggeration to use it to describe it. When I went up and down the steps from the Jade Emperor Temple, I smelled a coquettish smell. Apparently, someone urinates everywhere. When waiting in line for the bus and cable car, someone cut in line, which was chaotic.
There is a dumpling shop near Daming Lake in Jinan. While we were eating there, a "big guy" passenger was quarreling with the waiter. He wanted jiaozi to come quickly, but his voice was so loud that he could definitely hear it from 100 meters away. I think he is very uneducated.
Visiting along the road, my mother told me that not long ago, on a domestic airline flight to Shanghai, many passengers were beaten on the plane because of a drunken disturbance, and their faces fell to the sky. Some people travel abroad, and some tourists are also very uncivilized. They throw their faces abroad and let foreigners laugh at us.
These people are so uneducated! Littering, can't you walk a few steps and throw the garbage into the trash can? Louder people, can't you keep your voice down? So I hope everyone will talk about civilization. Starting from me, let everyone talk about civilization.
The golden wind is cool, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. In this blooming and fruitful season, we have ushered in the 62nd birthday of our motherland, and I am very happy to be able to celebrate the National Day with you. Here, I proudly say to my mother: I love you, China!
Ah! Yellow River, Yangtze River and Pentium Wan Li, what a splendid nation you have raised! The glorious history of 5,000 years and the world-famous Chinese civilization are amazing. Oh, motherland, the trickle is your flowing long hair, and the long mountains are your tenacious backbone. You have mountains of treasures, beautiful landscapes, magnificent Forbidden City and the winding Great Wall of Wan Li. You still have a lot ... In your vast land, generations of China people have created splendid oriental civilization with their own hands.
However, we will never forget how many vicissitudes and pains the Chinese nation has experienced, and our motherland has been bullied and insulted. We can't forget the firelight of the Ming Garden, the hat of "The Sick Man of East Asia" on everyone's head in China, the sign of "Chinese and dogs are not allowed in" at the gate of the park, and the blood of 300,000 compatriots in Nanjing dyed the Yangtze River red. The earth groans and the Yellow River cries, but the people of China will never be crushed.
The destruction of opium in Humen opened the prelude of China people's anti-aggression. The flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the thunder of the Reform Movement of 1898, the broadsword of the Boxer Rebellion and the artillery fire of the Revolution of 1911 all tell the world that the Chinese nation cannot be humiliated and the people of China cannot be bullied. The cry of the May 4th Movement and the establishment of the China Producers' Party are more like thunder breaking through the night sky. From Nanchang to Jinggangshan, from Yan 'an to Xibaipo, "a single spark can start a prairie fire". The people of China have just created a brilliant new China with millet and rifles, and we, the oriental giant, have finally stood up again!
In late June, we took our mother's friends and their children to Dayang Ancient Town, Jincheng City, Shanxi Province.
Going to Dayang ancient town is not that simple. We first take a bus to Jiaozuo Railway Station, and then take a train from Jiaozuo to Jincheng to Jincheng. Because I don't usually come out, I am very nervous and afraid of carsickness when I take the train for the first time. After buying the ticket-our children's ticket is very simple, a ticket, even the name is not allowed, is directly sent away by a child. The most ridiculous thing is that everyone wrote a line under the ticket-delivery phone: ... Are we goods? We are in trouble.
We sat in chairs and waited. The train finally arrived. I walked in nervously and found a seat to sit down. There is no air conditioner in the train. I wear clothes suitable for the weather in Shanxi. As hot as pins and needles, I keep washing my face with water. Finally, the train started, and the air conditioner started working immediately. I felt a little better. The train is a local train-it's really slow enough compared with the trains encountered on the road, but the actual speed is still quite fast.
At first, there were houses and trees beside the train, which looked desolate. You can even see the cemetery on the road, and there are uncomfortable tombstones everywhere. I caught a cold and felt dizzy, so I drank water. In this way, after a few minutes, the scenery finally changed and the mountain appeared. Some ups and downs, some stand out from the crowd; Some are covered with green trees, while others leak ferocious rocks. My colleagues and I talked about all kinds of mountains and gradually forgot that kind of discomfort.
After a while, the scenery changed again, and all kinds of mountains became bare rock mountains, which were covered with rocks of different sizes, like splitting a mountain in two. I don't know why the mountain is covered with isolation nets, and the number of dangerous stones is also written. We guess that the isolation net is installed to prevent rocks from falling and hitting the train, and the dangerous stones are written to remind drivers to pay attention to this area.
10 Great Shan Yang is located in Changping, and I have long wanted to see it. It was the National Day holiday, and my parents and I drove together. To be honest, I'm looking forward to it!
In Shan Yang, my father stopped the car. After buying the tickets, we entered the Great Shan Yang National Forest Park. An enter a door, "wow! These green hills are so majestic! " By the way, I heard that the highest mountain in Shan Yang is more than 800 meters, which is higher than Xiangshan Mountain.
Because of the time, we will go to play next to Yangshan Reservoir first. We were walking when suddenly, a large chestnut forest appeared in front of us. Walking into the chestnut forest, I found many fallen chestnuts under the tree, and some chestnuts were covered with hedgehog-like coats. Do you know how I peel chestnuts from hedgehog-like shells? I hit it with a stone or stepped on it with my foot, and the shell cracked. Then, I carefully put my finger into the crack, and where there was no thorn in the crack, I forced it from the inside out, and the chestnuts were exposed. I successfully took out the chestnuts. We picked it up and picked it up, but we didn't expect to pick up more than one hundred!
After dinner, we began to play poker. Every time I draw cards for my mother, I can catch Wang, Xiao Wang or double Wang almost every time. We played for over an hour. Finally, in the laughter, we gradually got tired and went to rest.
I had a great time today!