Desert SUV feels like writing a composition.

1. The composition about the desert is the world of mortals, the god of adrenaline surge of countless ambitious people; There is no right or wrong, there is no right or wrong, and the men and women who have successfully reached the top are only one step away from the top of the pagoda. But one day, you will leave, even in a hurry, to find your mood, personality, mood and style.

And "soul". There is a place in Tengger Desert in Inner Mongolia that can really keep you away from the world of mortals. I learned from a friend that there is a "soul" hotel in the depths of Tengger Desert in Inner Mongolia, which is isolated from the world in the oasis in the depths of the desert, but you can enjoy the service of a 5-star hotel. All the materials used to build the hotel, even due to the high salt content of local sand, must be brought in from outside. The hotel also arranges the itinerary separately according to the different needs of the guests. More specifically, the hotel keeps every guest's information confidential. After a flight of 1.5 hours, I arrived at Yinchuan Hedong airport alone at 9: 00 am15.

I feel very tired after living in Beijing, a city full of opportunities, competition and pressure for too long. I can escape these pressures and troubles, relax for a few days, put the troubles of life and work behind me and be isolated from the world. I booked a room by phone a few days ago, and the hotel arranged three days of activities for me according to my request. Out of the airport, a talkative Mongolian guy was waiting for me, and we set off for the hotel transfer station on the edge of Tengger Desert. So Tengger Dalai is also a "heavenly lake", which means an auspicious lake blessed by the gods.

It takes about 2.5 hours to drive from Hedong Airport to the transfer station. The car has been speeding in the endless wilderness and Gobi since it left Yinchuan city.

There are few vehicles on the road, and pedestrians and vehicles are often not seen for half an hour. Under the cloudless blue sky, watching camels and sheep grazing leisurely on the endless Yuan Ye, smelling the unknown flowers and grass fragrance in the air, listening to the melodious and affectionate Mongolian songs coming from the car, and breathing the fresh and clean air that Beijing can hardly breathe, unconsciously, I have put aside my worries and trivial things, and feel relaxed and comfortable physically and mentally.

Crossing the boundary pillar at the junction of Ningxia and Inner Mongolia; Passing through the broken and majestic ruins of the ancient Great Wall of Han Dynasty; Pass through the winding, quiet and subtle Helan Mountain and come to the reception transit station in Tengger Dalai. There is no road in front of me, only endless deserts and undulating sand dunes. How can I move forward in such an endless sand dune? There are three ways to enter the desert: 1, by off-road vehicle; 2. Take a bus modified by a six-wheeled Jiefang truck; 3. Fly into the desert by delta wing. The first two ways are called "sand surfing". They shuttled between the dunes, just like riding a roller coaster, and suddenly rushed to the top of the dunes. I don't know what is behind the sand dune, but I suddenly rushed down from it. To try the feeling of overlooking the desert from the air, I chose the last one. I put on a full flight suit, boarded the delta wing that had been waiting at the transfer station, and took off in the wind. Golden sand dunes in the sun. After hundreds of millions of years of precipitation and suffering, it has been watching all the changes and flows in the world, detached from things.

Although seemingly silent, it dominates the lifestyle and quality of life of all farmers and herdsmen nearby. Beneath the quiet surface, there is a boiling and energetic heart. After a gust of wind, perhaps the footprints just passed were completely buried, and the shape and orientation of the sand dunes changed completely.

It reminds people of its concern and respect in its own unique way. After living in a reinforced concrete city for too long, I seem to be used to the routine life every day, the sight blocked by many tall buildings every day, the pressure of competition in neon flashing and the loneliness that no one shares.

When I came to this endless desert, my mind was suddenly enlightened. I really feel that a person, even a group of people, is so small, and I am in awe of nature. Recalling all the troubles that bothered me yesterday seems insignificant. The plane has been flying near the sand dunes at ultra-low altitude. After about 10 minutes, it crossed the last high sand dune. Suddenly, an oasis appeared in the boundless desert. This is the center of the "Soul" Hotel-Moon Lake.

Such incredible beauty in the desert makes people mistakenly think that they have seen a mirage. From a distance, the blue lake is sparkling, the reeds in and around the lake are swaying with the wind, and groups of wild ducks are foraging on the lake. Blue lake, green reeds and golden sand dunes behind them form a colorful and well-defined ribbon in the desert. By the lake, you can see buildings dotted around, and the word "Xanadu" immediately comes to mind.

I flew over the heads of some tourists doing a mud bath by the lake. My plane landed on the runway by the lake. The battery car that picked me up has been waiting here and sent me directly to the lobby of the hotel. I chose the luxury club of the hotel, which has a distinctive luxury sauna room and a sand bath bed. The floor of the luxury sauna room is all tempered glass, and yellow sand is under the glass. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outdoor desert and the indoor yellow sand blend into one, which is natural. The sand bath bed takes sand from Tengger Desert to keep warm and cover the body, which can relieve the fatigue of the body. After a brief rest, I came to the lake alone and found that the guests at the lake just now turned out to be Wu Jinglian, Liu Chuanzhi, Duan Yongji and Shi Yuzhu. Without disturbing them, I took a boat to the other side of the lake.

The area of the lake here is not large, but it has not dried up in the desert for tens of millions of years, and the area of the lake has not shrunk. The lake is a saltwater lake with great buoyancy, and the deepest part is only 4-5 meters.

On one side of the lake bottom, there are abundant fresh water springs constantly gushing out, thus forming a strange landscape of brackish water and brackish water. After swimming in the warm lake for two hours, I'm a little tired.

Have a beer in the beer garden not far away. Planting Elaeagnus angustifolia around the beer garden is the flowering season of Elaeagnus angustifolia. The whole beer garden smells good.

Remove the thin layer covering the lake bottom.

2. Write my composition in the desert. In this place where there is no water vapor, the heat on the ground will soon be exhausted.

It's already cold. I stood up and left, but soon I couldn't help shivering.

My blood circulation is not smooth due to lack of water, and there is a chill, but it is not only cold at night. My gums are gurgling with cold, and my body is shaking like chaff.

My trembling hands can hardly catch the light. I have never been afraid of cold before, but now I feel freezing to death. What a strange reaction to thirst! I left my rubber raincoat on the road because I was too lazy to take it with me on a hot day.

But now the wind is blowing harder and harder. I found no hiding place in the desert.

The desert is as smooth as marble. It won't provide you with any shade during the day, but it will only make you have nowhere to live in the cold wind at night.

No trees, no fences, no stones can hide me. The cold wind came at me like a cavalry on the plain, and I had to run around to avoid it.

I lay down and stood up again. Whether you are lying or standing, you will be whipped by the cold wind.

I can't run, I have no strength anymore, I can't escape from the killer's clutches, I kneel on the ground, my face buried in my palm, and the butcher knife is on my head! It took me a while to wake up. I stood up and walked straight ahead, shaking all the time! Where am I? Ah! No sooner had I left than I heard prevost's voice! It was his phone call that woke me up ... I walked back to him, shaking as if I were burping all over.

I said to myself, "it's not cold, it's something else." My time is up. "

I am already too short of water. The day before yesterday, and yesterday, I went out alone and walked so much! The idea of freezing to death makes me uncomfortable. I'd rather die in an inner illusion.

Cross, Arabs, lights. Anyway, they began to attract my attention.

I don't like being whipped like a slave ... I still kneel on the ground. We also brought some medicine.

One hundred grams of pure ether, one hundred grams of 90% alcohol, and a bottle of iodine. I tried to drink two or three mouthfuls of pure ether, just like swallowing a knife.

After drinking a little 90-degree wine, I finally sealed my throat. I dug a hole in the sand, I lay in it, and then covered my body with sand.

Only my face is exposed. Prevost found some dead branches and made a fire that would burn out soon.

Prevost doesn't want to bury himself in the sand. He would rather stamp his feet to keep warm. He was wrong.

My throat is tight, which is not a good sign, but I feel good about myself. I feel calm, a calm beyond any hope.

I couldn't help but embark on a journey, tied to the deck of a slave ship, facing the starry sky. But I may not be unlucky ... I don't feel cold anymore, as long as I don't move any muscles.

So I forgot the body buried in the sand. I will never move again, and I will never hurt again.

In addition, to tell the truth, people really don't suffer so much ... after these pains, the rest is a tired and confused concerto. Everything has become a picture book and a somewhat cruel fairy tale ... Just now, the wind blew me around, and in order to avoid it, I ran around like a trapped animal.

Then I felt difficult to breathe: a knee touched my chest. Kneel on one knee.

I am struggling under the burden of angels. I'm never alone in the desert.

Since I don't believe everything around me now, I might as well shrink in my own body, close my eyes and not move an eyelash. I feel that there is a torrent of images that brings me to a quiet dream: in the depths of the sea, the rivers are calm.

Farewell to the people I once loved. If the human body can't stand three days without drinking water, it's not my fault.

I didn't realize I was so dependent on water. I didn't expect people's endurance to be so short. We think we can go straight ahead, people are free ... we don't see the rope that binds us in the well. It connects us with the belly of the earth like an umbilical cord.

One more step and you're dead. I care nothing but your pain.

Anyway, God is good to me. If I can go back, I will make a comeback.

I need a life. In the city, no one lives.

I'm not talking about flying at all. An airplane is not an end, but a tool.

People don't risk their lives for airplanes, just as farmers don't plow for plowshares. By plane, people can leave the city and their accountants and rediscover the true meaning of farmers.

What we do is people's work, but what we encounter is people's troubles. We are exposed to wind, stars, night, desert and ocean.

We fight against the forces of nature. We look forward to dawn just like farmers look forward to spring, we look forward to stopovers just like looking forward to a blessed land, and we look for our own truth among the stars.

I don't complain. For three days, I walked a lot, thirsty, looking for my whereabouts in the desert, hoping for dew.

I tried to find my own kind, but I forgot where they lived on the earth. This is the trouble of the living. I can't help feeling that this is much more important than finding a concert hall at night.

I can't understand those people who take suburban trains anymore. They think they are human beings, but they become ants-like insects because they are under some pressure that they can't feel. When they are free, what do they use to fill their absurd and short Sunday? Once, in Russia, I heard someone playing Mozart in a factory.

I wrote about it in my article, and as a result I received 200 letters. I don't blame those who prefer to listen to pop tunes in low-level music cafes. They know nothing about other music.

I only hate people who run this kind of music cafe. I don't like them to sink people. I am very happy at work.

I feel like a farmer on the road. On the train in the suburbs, the feeling of death I felt was very different from here! Here, anyway, I die a fair death! ..... I don't regret it.

I struggled, but failed. This is also common for people in our industry.

However, I finally breathed the sea breeze. Those who have tasted the sea breeze once will never forget this nourishment.

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I urgently need a touching article about desert. Everything is animistic! -a scene I will never forget in my life:

One night at the end of the 20th century, when I saw this earth-shattering scene from Hunan Satellite TV, I couldn't help crying!

There is a desert area in Qinghai Province that is particularly short of water. According to reports, each person only needs to rely on the garrison to transport 3 kilograms of water from far away every day. 3 kilograms of water is not only used for drinking, washing rice and vegetables ... but also for feeding animals.

Animals can't live without water, they are thirsty! Finally, one day, an old cow, who has always been regarded as simple and honest, got rid of the reins with thirst and forcibly broke into expressway, where a water truck must pass in the desert. The old cow waited for a long time with shocking discrimination, waiting for the military vehicle carrying water. The old cow quickly pushed it up. The soldiers carrying water had encountered such a situation before, but those animals were not as stubborn as the old cow. There is a rule in the army that the water tanker can't leak halfway and can't deliver water casually. These regulations, seemingly ruthless, are actually forced to do so. Every drop of water is a person's food. In the desert, people and cattle were consumed so much that it lasted for a long time and even caused traffic jams. The drivers behind began to swear, and some impatient drivers tried to drive away the old cow by igniting with gasoline. But the old cow did not move. Like Mount Tai, she didn't relax. Until the owner of the cow comes.

The owner of the cow was so guilty that he picked up the whip and severely beat the thin old Niu Yi. The old cow was beaten to the skin, but it still didn't move. Finally, the blood flowing from the whip marks dyed the whip red, ox red, yellow sand red and sunset red. The sad Cleisthenes sound of the old cow, coupled with the cold and cool wind in the desert, looks so tragic. The sailor on the side cried, and so did the driver in the traffic jam. Finally, the water truck said, let me violate the team rules once, and I am willing to accept the punishment. He took out his portable basin, put about 3 Jin of water from the waterwheel and put it in front of the old cow.

The old cow didn't drink the water that she worked so hard in front of her. Facing the sunset, she screamed at the sky as if calling. At sunset, a calf ran behind the sand not far away. The injured old cow watched the calf drink water greedily, stick out its tongue and lick the eyes of its beloved son. The child also licked his mother's eyes. People in silence saw tears in the eyes of mother and son. The horizon lit the last glow, and the mother and son didn't wait for the master's cry. In people's silence, they set foot on the road home. One night in the 20th century, when I saw this heart-wrenching scene on TV, I thought of my struggling mother. Like many viewers in front of the TV, I shed tears.

Writing a composition with desert and water as the two central words finally arrived in my long-awaited summer vacation. On the morning of July 10, my father and I followed a long-distance tour group to the desert of Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang with excitement.

As soon as we entered the magnificent gate, our eyes were instantly attracted by the endless desert. From a distance, rows of small black dots are slowly moving forward. There is no doubt that this is the legendary "desert messenger"-camel. Riding a camel is an essential activity for swimming in the desert. The staff has prepared a strong camel for each of us. I am excited and uneasy at the thought that I am about to become a small black spot in the desert.

Soon after, my father and I got on the camel with trepidation and started our trip to the desert. Looking around, the camel team in front of us can't see the end. We were walking slowly in the desert when suddenly a strong wind blew, and the yellow sand suddenly flew all over the sky, blocking our view, but the camel kept marching against the strong wind. Camels are ships in the desert, and the sand can't stop them from moving forward. After a while, the wind stopped and the desert was calm again. We rode a camel to the top of the big desert, and the infinite scenery of the desert suddenly appeared in front of us. We all cheered for this spectacular sight.

I couldn't wait to buy a ski ticket as soon as I got off the camel. "Hoo-hoo-hoo" crackled and our kayak moved forward at lightning speed. In a blink of an eye, the sky is flying with sand, and the scenery is magnificent and spectacular. In a scream, the kayak quickly reached the finish line.

5. Composition in a desert with autumn scenery.

You came quietly, quietly, and in a blink of an eye, the earth was covered with golden clothes.

You came to the field quietly, and the wheat fragrance drifted away, and the fields of crops looked like rolling waves from a distance; A closer look shows that wheat is bent with laughter, sorghum is flushed, corn is blooming with joy, and people in the field are very busy. "Sing a song about harvesting, harvest wheat, sorghum, corn and soybeans, and send them to the country after harvesting." Melodious songs tell the joy of farmers' autumn harvest.

You came quietly, brought a yellow dress and a red dress, and looked at the mountain on the side, as if you had crossed a layer of gold. Flying leisurely, countless yellow butterflies flew down from above, and a group circled in mid-air. I don't know how long it took, and the dark yellow clothes turned into light yellow; Pale yellow has turned to stone. You see, it looks like a naughty child. Look at the mountain over there. Sorghum is drunk. It is simply a piece of Red Sea, covering half the sky. It is connected with Xia Guang and burning like a flame. This combination of yellow and red gives people an indescribable warmth, and even forgets that in a few days, winter is coming.

You came quietly, bringing beautiful Qiu Guang scenery and rich fruits. Listen, gongs and drums are loud and lively. People who have been busy for a year are filled with overwhelming joy: "Another bumper harvest year has come."

I am infatuated with autumn! Autumn-colorful season, fruit harvest season, thriving season.

In autumn, I am a makeup artist, making the world look particularly charming. In autumn, he is a magician, dyeing the fields golden. Autumn is a gentle woman, and the oncoming autumn wind is so light and soft. In autumn, the delicate and charming flowers wither, so who is the protagonist of autumn? That's a leaf.

Walking on the path with trees on both sides, my eyes are full of fallen leaves. I picked up a leaf and observed it carefully. It turned out to be a maple leaf. Look, how beautiful she is! The leaves that extend around are mostly like palms with five fingers open, and the edges are slightly serrated. The veins on them are clearly visible and connected in series. Her color is more beautiful, just like a burning fire, so bright and dazzling. Sad people will be inspired to cheer up after reading it. I know that maple leaves are not only dazzling red, but also a series of charming colors such as yellow and green. I can't help wondering why only the maple leaf is red among all the yellow leaves. Is it because of the influence of autumn sunshine, or because I left my mother tree, held her gently in my hand and continued to think? ...

Not only the maple leaves are lovely, but also many leaves are interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, which is Hollyleaf. Although he is ugly, his skill is very powerful. Sharp-edged thorns are his self-defense weapon. Hollyleaf's cold dark green leaves make yellow eyes full of vitality several times. Compared with delicate flowers, it is also interesting.

6. How to write the desert starry sky in the composition on the topic of desert?

1. Holding the yellow sand, the soul immediately plays a tragic song. Back and forth, this vast and empty desert night, the wolf's tenacity shines. Eyes are warmer than flames, like a knife forged by fine steel, cutting off the cowardly breath. Running, hunting. Survival must be full of wildness. The sand dunes piled up by the moon and the stars will destroy life at any time. The red and cold airflow will roll my thin body to the west like a whirlwind at any time, as easily as rolling a grass. You can't have the slightest hesitation. There is no ready-made food for you to enjoy, and there is no ready-made grass nest for you to stretch out on a high pillow.

A wolf, a wolf still alert in the dark. A group of wolves, a group of wolves still standing proudly under the stars. Charm, deeper than the sea and wider than the mountain. Wisdom has an answer. Energy, continuous.

2. Same starry sky, different experience. I asked, "When can I sharpen into a wolf and face this complicated life?" When a drop of water passes, a tree grows. Chunhua Qiushi, the steel of the years has already dug a grave behind us. It's close. I keep walking and it keeps following. I couldn't escape, so I started running. Run to the prairie fire under the starry sky, to the vastness of the night, to the sunshine during the day. No escape, no escape. The starry sky is beautiful, the night is thin and the sun is shining. I can feel happier than the starry sky.

Memories never follow my heart. Wandering thoughts are satisfied with the silence of their hometown. I hope my childhood when my mother lit the cold light for me is not over yet, and my grandmother's kind call can still be heard: "Get up and study, son."

Whenever I sit at my desk in the city, my mood is always changing. I always feel that a poem without earthy flavor is like a loser. Ugly and dangerous, there is no room for a moonlight and a few sparks. Then go back to your hometown. Go home with your heart. Cultivate in this affectionate land of spring breeze, sow some seeds of sunshine and plant several ridges of green vegetable seedlings. Sweaty clothes, that is a pleasant touch, how can I resist? I keep them in my heart happily, and plan to dry them under the white starlight tonight, and then put them into a memory bottle, a transparent and breathable bottle. Hiding in a room with blue tiles and earth walls, offering smiles and comfort every day. When I harvest in autumn, I will definitely realize that it is a kind of happiness. This kind of happiness is brighter than moonlight and starry sky, because it has more warmth. Mother's love, father's care. Raise your head three feet, and you will have a starry sky. It is impossible for a person's world to harvest heavy ears of rice, so the waiting before dawn will be so long.

Midnight starry sky

The narrow space, like an urn, is surrounded by flaming flames, worrying about the tortoise in the urn. Stretching its neck to see if there is a way out, this lovely and helpless turtle is caught in his own troubles. Off duty during the day and on duty at night. There is only a narrow window, and outside the window is a cold, lyrical, cold and humorous wall. The door is completely sealed and does not spit a word. Isolated tortoise, deeply disappointed, this is a hot but indifferent world, a paradise without water and expression. But it may be suitable for feeding philosophical thinking and cultivating silence. Can be against time, can be forgotten by the tide. This may be a paradise that people have not found for a long time! My thoughts are turned upside down and I can't find the root of the years. Laugh like a fool, you stupid turtle. I wanted to harvest a little starry sky, but there was no trace. It doesn't matter, it's better to calm down, continue thinking, make a draft paper, evaluate half the country and be a madman.

There is a saying: "After ten years of penance, it is better to have an epiphany." If you think like this, you will feel autumn water, smart in silence, smiling and sleepy. I read aloud, "Nobody has driven me into the urn. Why should I call myself the urn mouth?" . Tomorrow is out of reach, and everything goes with fate. "

7. The boundless desert is the theme of this 400-word composition. We struggled in the desert in an SUV. At first glance, there is monotonous yellow everywhere, and there is not even a tree. The vastness of the desert makes every one of us feel tired and seems to never get out. Near noon, the sun rose very high, making the desert smoky. We got off to have a rest and set up a sunshade, but the sand was too hot, so we were told to stand instead of sitting. It's terrible to be in the desert for the first time.

We later arrived in the middle of the Taklimakan desert. At this time, the temperature also rose to 45℃. Ah! Unexpectedly, the endless sand is all golden yellow, and the sand hill is like a beautiful building, very beautiful! I can't help jumping out of the car and want to kiss the desert of my dreams. But after a few steps, I felt thirsty and my clothes were all wet. There is a strong wind blowing, which is really comfortable! Walking, the sand under my feet suddenly collapsed and I fell on the sand. It is really hot! The temperature of the sand is at least 60℃. Dad said, it's not the hottest yet The sun shines directly on the desert, and the temperature will be 80℃! Yo! I really understand that Taklimakan desert means "you can get in, but you can't get out".

Suddenly, a long piece of yellow sand came into my eyes in the distance, and further away, there were rolling hills, which were also piled up by even yellow sand. Here is the world of yellow sand, the ocean of yellow sand, and the continuous yellow sand meets the sky. I can't imagine where the sand ends!

Guided by the tour guide, I took a battery car in the sand and went deep into the desert hinterland. The car didn't stop, so I was the first to jump off in a hurry. When my feet step on the sand, they are really soft. After a few steps, a lot of sand poured into the shoes. The sky is blue and the ground is yellow. There are no other colors here except blue and yellow. Stepping on the yellow sand and turning into a sand dune, everyone exclaimed and then brightened up. There is a small oasis ahead! The tour guide told us that it was the world-famous crescent spring. Because of the crescent spring water, surrounded by weeds and green trees, it is full of vitality. In this silent desert, seeing green is seeing life! Green is particularly rare here, and life is particularly precious here.

8. What will the desert look like in the future? In our opinion, the desert is a dry climate with little rainfall. In this place, you feel something in it, although at first glance it is a yellow scene. It really brought us a lot of endless imagination at that time.

If there are people living in the desert at present, they must be longing for our life here. They may want to cross over to us, but have you ever thought about crossing over to the desert, where there is nothing? Only.

Sand, only dirt, even sometimes! There will be a tornado. Wow, what do you think happens when a tornado floats in with sand? The desert may really be a very free place.

Place, it may really be such a place!

Why did you cross the desert? Who wants to cross in the endless barren desert? Because this is an impossible task, just like the wind.

A place of your own will also bring you some endless reverie. But you really don't know what this means. In our time, people long for freedom and fairness, so they are free.

It is what people urgently want in today's society. In my opinion, crossing the desert has nothing to do with freedom, because it is not an understanding level at all. Crossing the desert is just an imagination, a guess and a feeling.

Doubt! Freedom, on the contrary, have you heard that song? Free as the wind, why free as the wind? Because the wind is unrestrained, as the poem says, I come gently, just like I walk gently and wave gently.

He waved his sleeve without taking away a cloud. He came and went in a hurry. This is a sign of freedom. In our present society, there are many, even most, liberals who long for freedom, but

However, some people are deprived of their freedom. Just like black people in America, black people have to be slaves with white people. Why, this will also bring some reflection to everyone. Society is an indispensable support for free development.

If there is no society, there is no freedom.

Society is developing slowly, progress is slower, and freedom is getting closer and closer to us. I believe that our society will become more and more free in the future.

More and more harmonious. With the development of science and technology and the progress of humanities, maybe we can really cross the desert, even to ancient times, even more incredible things. In my tomorrow and even the 22 nd century, the same is true.

We are immeasurable. But I believe that human wisdom is always endless. Through the desert and freedom, human beings can use their wisdom and brains to imagine, create unexpected products and help human beings in the future.

Accomplishing many tasks that cannot be accomplished, mankind is becoming more and more advanced, science and technology are becoming more and more developed, and the world will be a beautiful scene. Believe that scientists, inventors and others will give you an unexpected one.

Surprise.

Let's create something unexpected, unexpected, across the desert, free. The desert may be free, but can you really cross it, so it's still an X. Let's witness that unexpected moment together, let's witness our beautiful tomorrow and our brand-new future together.