On a trip, I wrote 600 words in my first grade composition.

Travel, you can explore the world with your own feet, or you can experience it with your heart, just like wandering in a book, which is also a small trip. Let's read a 600-word composition about my trip first. Welcome to check.

My first trip 1

Last Friday, my mother and I decided to go to Qingyuan for two days. In the afternoon, we set out for Qingyuan in the car of our mother and classmates. We talked and laughed all the way, and the car kept driving ... soon we arrived in Qingyuan. That night, we went to BBK Hotel by the lake for dinner. When we entered the hotel, it was very lively. It turned out to be the annual meeting of enterprises, with songs and dances. When I got there, I met a child-Pan Yue, who was as cute as Wei Ruiqi in our class. Pan Yue's children are very brave and perform independently on the stage. The next day, Saturday, sunny, we climbed Bijia Mountain together. On the way, Pan Yue's children felt that their shoes were loose and they were very unhappy. Besides, they cried. Her mother explained the truth to her and soon let it go. I think she is also very cute at this time!

Bijia Mountain has many exciting games and beautiful scenery. However, this single-plank bridge, tightrope walking and suspension bridge are all dangerous games, but I am the boldest one, so I dare to play. There are many beautiful scenery: there are waterfalls and Qinglong Lake, where the river is crystal clear! The water in Qinglong Lake is more than ten meters deep.

Down to the foot of the mountain, I don't know when I can climb up again.

On the third day, Sunday, we went to Yingde to pick vegetables and take them home to eat. We picked papaya, green vegetables, Chinese cabbage and radish, and I like them very much.

On the way home, I couldn't help thinking of Qingyuan. How interesting it was. It was a very pleasant trip.

My first trip 2

We will go to Beijing at nine o'clock on Sunday. We walked and enjoyed the scenery on both sides. The mountains in the distance are hazy and the sky is particularly blue.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, we finally arrived in Beijing, which I have been longing for for for a long time. We found a hotel to stay at first. After a brief comb, dad said he would take us to eat Beijing roast duck. I enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. Dad said, "Go to bed early today and get up early tomorrow to see the national flag being raised."

We got up at four o'clock the next morning. We drove to Tiananmen Square, where many people were already waiting to see the national flag raised. At 5: 30, the flag-raising ceremony officially began. Our flag bearer walked slowly to the flag-raising platform with neat steps. As the red flag singing the loud national anthem slowly rises, I pay tribute to the young pioneers under the sacred national flag. We took many photos in front of Tiananmen Square, under the Monument to Heroes and in front of the Great Hall of the People. We went to the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube again. The whole bird's nest is made of steel and very spectacular. The Water Cube has become a water park. We also went to Underwater World, Beijing Botanical Garden and Happy Valley. ...

I had a good time in these places. Through this trip, I gained a lot of knowledge that is not available in books. I had a great time this summer vacation!

My first trip 3

There were a lot of snacks in front of me, so I remembered that my sister and I were sitting in McDonald's two days ago, eating pies bought after a fierce ideological struggle. I looked at the child next door who was covered in oil and ate happily, and suddenly I couldn't help laughing. I said, sister, do you dare to eat like this now? Cousin smiled, too. She will get fat! So we began to recall the scene of eating ice cream and chicken legs when we were young. Cousin said that there are many things that we will leave good memories after trying, but we can't experience them again. When I say this, it sounds so vicissitudes. Then we laugh, and then we bury ourselves in the pie in our hands. Maybe I'll never eat this again. I think we are dying with the passage of time. We travel along the track of years, occasionally turning around, but the scenery we just passed has long since disappeared, leaving only some vague memories.

The scenery outside the window is constantly flying, and a big river appears in my field of vision from time to time, like a green ribbon winding between canyons. I really can't think of any big river in the province that is so hearty. The Yangtze River I saw yesterday was also a vast yellow. It is easy to feel the change of position on the train. The trees outside the window twinkle, the people in the field are blurred, and the carriage flickers when passing through the tunnel. All this reminds the people in the car that we have been flying forward! Passing a small station in the middle of the night, I woke up and looked out of the window. Someone pressed the buzzer when they got on the bus here. The train creaked slightly and moved slowly. The dark yellow light on the platform cast a silhouette of me on the car baffle, which was gradually shortened by the movement of the train. After another stop, I finished a trip.

I think everyone is traveling by train. Maybe they will pass the same place, but they will see different scenery. And at different times, there will be different pictures passing by the window. When I try to recall the past years, I don't know why, those impressions are always placed in the winter evening, blue-gray skylight, cold wind, gradually lit street lamps, cold hands. Different places and different people are constantly changing in such a tonal scene, from kindergarten to now. Maybe that's the color of my train window. How can I find those bright colors in my memory?

The scenery is still flying in its own way. Say goodbye to the scenery behind us and usher in an unexpected picture. The train is coming into the station, and my train is far from the finish line. There are so many landscapes that will suddenly flash in front of your eyes. Although the young birds lost their feathers along the way, if they can keep those feathers in their memories, can they be regarded as collecting some scenery?

My first trip.

When I first saw Jack Kerouac on the road, I was old enough to walk around. Now that I think about it, it seems that my life of more than 30 years has not even reached a quarter of that of China. I traveled all over Qian Shan when I was young, and I don't know if I can realize it in my life.

When everyone is young, there will be a wandering dream-packing up and being alone, thus embarking on an unknown journey. You don't need a lot of money, and you don't need a clear direction. You just need to get yourself on the road. You can go to the top of the mountain and the river bank, watch the clouds roll and relax, wait for the dusk to come together, be alone, experience slowly, think quietly, and then wake up in a strange place. ...

I like that kind of unrestrained and aimless travel. I have also seen many records of cycling trips, which are wonderful and admire their courage and perseverance. But I don't think it really matters how you use it. The key is whether you are really ready to leave. Of course, the famous mountains and rivers are magnificent, and there are many wonders in rural Shan Ye. As long as you are on the road, there is bound to be scenery waiting for you.

I remember one year, I took a boat alone, went to Suichang along Wuxi, and looked for Yuanzhen in the mountains. It was particularly sunny that day, and the boat sailed between blue sky, clear water and green hills. The early autumn sunshine shone warmly into the cabin, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the scenery. I don't have a camera, only a small sketch book, but I can't draw the mood at that time anyway.

Another time, when I was traveling in Zhejiang and Anhui, I missed the night and went to a small mountain village for the night, which was warmly received by my host. I still can't forget the dim and warm lights and the kind and simple Shan Nong.

Over the years, with the growth of age, marriage, having a daughter and the change of working environment, my mood has also changed greatly, so I rarely have the opportunity to travel around. Although I was on a business trip, or went to many places with the team organized by the unit and saw a lot of scenery, I couldn't find the experience and mood at that time.

Although busy all day, it is difficult to steal half a day's leisure. Only occasionally, I will sigh in my heart.

My first trip.

Late at night, I woke up suddenly and walked towards the toilet in a daze. After the tuba, I was a little sober. I occasionally look down-I'm covered in hair! Look up-the endless prairie! Maybe this is a dream. ...

Another beautiful and vibrant morning on earth has arrived. Brown hair. Outside the cave (I found myself in the cave)-the endless prairie! "That's not a dream!" I screamed and jumped up. There are many hairy people outside the cave, too, but they all made way for me. Don't, I became ... savage tribal chief!

It turns out that I was right. I also found that I can communicate with them. So it is now in X BC, and there seems to be no fire at that time. ...

Facts have proved me right again. They brought me some pieces of meat (raw) and a Shi Shui. I was so thirsty that I took a sip of water. And then gush out like a fountain, alive!

"Forget it, if you have diarrhea, you won't starve to death." I thought to myself.

So, I swallowed the meat. Although I swallowed dates, I only ate three pieces, which was disgusting (there was still some blood on the meat)!

At this time, a gust of wind blew over, wearing only a straw coat. I'm shivering with cold. I can't do this anymore. I will freeze to death, starve to death, and die of thirst.

"People must have fire!" Actually, I'm talking about Prometheus' lines.

I started searching. God, there's nothing better! Suddenly, it dawned on me-the book says you can drill wood to make a fire! I found two suitable pieces of wood and got up quickly. After about an hour, I finally got a big blister on my hand.

It seems that it's no good drilling for fire. I'll probably die here! At this time I found something black and sticky on the ground, oil! This is flammable!

God has eyes, and there is a glass ball next to it. I let the glass ball collect sunlight and shine it on the oil, and it will soon burn! Fire!

I teach people this method, let them learn to eat cooked food, drink clean water and drive away wild animals. At this moment, Prometheus came up with a fire in his hand: "What? Fire! I'm dizzy! ! ! "

That night, I suddenly woke up and found myself lying in bed.

Hey, what tickles me? -Little glass balls ...