Weekly diary of summer vacation travel in grade 8, 600 words, 5 articles.

1. 8th grade summer vacation travel story 600 words.

Coming to Chongqing for the first time is really different!

On the plane, I was thinking, will Chongqing be the same as Fuyang and Hangzhou? Are there many people in the car?

On the shuttle bus in Chongqing, the tour guide told us a lot about Chongqing, but my attention was not on these things, because I saw many surprises: there was not a bicycle or even a motorcycle along the way; Many houses are built by mountains-the tour guide saw my doubts and explained: "Chongqing is a mountain city, and the roads are not wide, but it is all uphill and downhill, so it is very difficult to ride a bike!" So there are no bicycles here, but we have a special means of transportation-light rail. "Just then, a light rail passed quickly on the track above us, and we all stared at it. Oh, the little train overhead!

Chongqing is a revolutionary base. There, we first visited Baifu, a villa-style prison, which was an important place to hold some important people at that time. Many things in it look rusty and old. Next, let's visit the dross cave. When we arrived at the door, we said to our uncle, "How is it different from TV series?" With this question, we went further and further and came to the concentration camp. With torture room, all kinds of instruments of torture are readily available, which makes people tremble when they look at it; The cell looks like a school dormitory now. Seeing this, the accompanying uncle finally sighed: "It's exactly the same as the scene in the TV series!" Although the weather was a bit sultry, I ran around with my mother and looked inside and outside the muck hole.

Our trip also includes Chongqing Great Hall, the red house in the diaojiao building, and the most important feature, that is Chongqing hot pot. Chongqing's hot pot is neither spicy nor delicious, but I can't eat spicy food, so I can only watch and sigh, while my mother eats happily, making her feel glad you came!

The day's trip exhausted us, but the place where we lived made me jump three feet high and excited. Haha, we live on a boat!

When the ship set sail slowly, I had entered a sweet dream!

2. 8th grade's summer vacation travel story is 600 words.

I remember once my father took me to climb Mount Heng. On two wide and narrow roads, he chose a narrow road full of mud. At first, I didn't understand my father's choice, and I had some complaints.

We began to climb the mountain. I was attracted by the small flowers on the roadside and picked one from time to time. Soon I accumulated a bunch of wild flowers in my hand. Suddenly the wind blew hard and it rained cats and dogs. I was so scared that I immediately lost my little flower and became at a loss. I asked my father, "What should I do?" I'm so scared! "Dad said," There is a small pavilion on the mountain, where you can take shelter from the rain. I took my father's hand and hurried to the mountain. I don't care at all about the narrow muddy dirt road under my feet. So I climbed up step by step. The wind brushed my ears and the rain hit my face. My eyes were once covered by rain. I wiped it casually with my hand, and my eyes were clear again. My hair has long been wet by the rain, and my clothes and shoes are covered with mud. Every step I take leaves footprints on the mountain road. I don't remember how far I walked. All I know is that there is a pavilion on the top of the mountain. I want to climb to the top of the mountain.

I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, but I didn't see the pavilion I thought. I looked back at my father puzzled. He looked at me with loving eyes and asked me, "son, do you think it's strange?" Where is the pavilion that Dad said? " I nodded, and my father said, "The pavilion is actually in your heart. As long as you have a clear goal in mind and stick to a belief, you will succeed. " "Tell Dad what was on your mind when you climbed the mountain?" I said, "I just think I'm going to climb to the top of the mountain, and nothing else matters." Dad pointed to the sky with his finger, and then I found that the rain stopped and the sun came out. A rainbow appeared on the horizon under the refraction of the sun's light. My father smiled at me. "That's why I let you climb the mountain, and that's why I chose this narrow and muddy road. Life can't be smooth everywhere. Only after going through a bumpy road can we see such beautiful scenery.

3. 8th grade's summer vacation travel story is 600 words.

This summer vacation, my parents and my good friends and I went to the west by train and went to Chengdu, the land of abundance in our tourist city. Chengdu is a tempting city with pleasant climate and beautiful scenery. It is also an ancient civilized capital with a long history. Wuhou Temple and Du Fu Caotang have added some unique flavor to this modern metropolis.

At the first stop in Chengdu, I went to the long-awaited Chengdu Giant Panda Base. As soon as you enter the gate, the first thing you see is a bamboo forest standing on both sides of the road, giving people a quiet feeling. Then, we took the battery car to the delivery room. How I wish to see the newborn baby panda, but I'm not so lucky. Although a little disappointed, I was attracted by the naive appearance of other pandas. You see, those two chubby pandas are rolling happily on the ground. They even give each other a cry or two from time to time, as if sharing their happiness. Look, there is a chubby boy climbing a tree. Although his body is heavy, the speed of climbing trees is really not slow. He is simply a "flexible fat man". Gee, there is a giant panda eating bamboo with relish under the tree, ignoring us tourists completely. Look at the way it eats. It's a foodie. It's really cute. Very cute.

At the second stop, we came to Jinli Ancient Street, which represents the characteristics of Chengdu. In Jinli, I completed a perfect trip to eat food. All kinds of snacks are mouth-watering, such as Longchaoshou, Dandan Noodles, Sanpao and so on. I was still looking for all kinds of delicious food when I was eating. Of course, in Jinli, you can not only enjoy delicious food, but also appreciate the rich culture of the Three Kingdoms. Ancient buildings, red lanterns, wooden plaques and high platforms all show the charm of Shu.

The third stop came to Dujiangyan, a highly respected world cultural heritage. Dujiangyan is the most important water conservancy project in ancient China. Standing on the "fish back" of Dujiangyan and looking at this great water conservancy project, I can't imagine how hard Li Bing and his son and the working people made to complete this huge water conservancy project in ancient times without any modern tools. Every ancient tree here has witnessed a period of history, and every scenic spot contains stories and legends. I can't help sighing and proud of the wisdom of the ancients.

The short trip to Chengdu is over. The charm of Chengdu is not only delicious food, but also many historical and cultural stories. You also have a chance to enjoy it!

4. 8th grade's summer vacation travel story is 600 words.

Oh, it's boring to stay at home for so long. The world is so big, I want to see it! So I packed my bags with some friends and set off, aiming at Chongqing!

We young people like freedom and adventure. Book a round-trip air ticket online, and we will check the strategy online in advance to determine our walking plan. In order to better enter Chongqing, we rented a homestay on the app, which is located in the center of Chongqing.

When we arrived at Chongqing Jiangbei Airport, it was already past 9: 00 in the evening. We took our luggage and got on the scheduled locomotive. On the way to B&B, we felt the charm of this city, full of tall buildings, gorgeous lights and bustling blocks. Chongqing, also known as the mountain city, is built on the mountain. The road goes up and down for a while, and the slope is also very large. It feels like riding a roller coaster. About 30 minutes' drive, we arrived at B&B, a very warm home. We simply cleaned up and went to bed early to recharge our batteries for the next trip.

The next day, the goal was clear-Ciqikou. When I arrived, I found it was very similar to Nantang Old Street in Ningbo. It is full of shops with various characteristics, and there are quite a lot of people. Very lively. Eating hot pot in Chongqing at noon, I stressed to the store many times that it should not be too spicy! But when the bottom of the pot was served, we almost cried when we looked at the pepper. In the afternoon, I went to a coffee shop in an online celebrity-Lazy Fish Time Pavilion, which was full of petty bourgeoisie. It's no problem to sit for an afternoon. In the evening, we went to the Yangtze River cableway and enjoyed the night view of the mountain city of Chongqing. The lights shine, outlining the glory of the city; The river is surging and shining with the figure of this city!

The goal of the third day-Jie Fangbei, thought the atmosphere there would be very serious, but I didn't expect Jie Fangbei to stand in the center of the city, and the clock on the monument would ring every hour. But compared with the bustling streets, it highlights its solemnity. Then we accidentally bumped into a hot pot restaurant with a good reputation, but it was delicious! Lucky as we are.

On the day of going home, everyone got up early in the morning to pack their bags, tidy up their rooms, take a bus to the airport and bid farewell to the mountain city of Chongqing.

What did you gain from your trip? I think scenery and knowledge are on the one hand, and communication and mutual support with friends are the most important. Several of us stayed together for four or five days, and we were all a little sad when we broke up. All good things must come to an end. After all, we left our mark on this city. It knows that we have been here, and we will never forget it. We have even begun to plan our next trip.

Thank you, Shancheng! Goodbye, foggy city!

5. 8th grade's summer vacation travel story is 600 words.

On the top of the mountain, the moonlight is fluttering; On the mountainside, the moonlight lay leisurely; At the foot of the mountain, the moonlight is still disappearing.

I am in a boat, sailing in the long river of memory. A moment later, I was taken to the foot of a big mountain, that is Mount Heng.

It was a winter, but there was no sign of snow in Changsha. Mother suggested that we go to Mount Hengshan in Nanyue together, so we came to Mount Hengshan when it didn't snow in winter.

The pine tree at the foot of the mountain is still standing in the afterglow of the sun, with a thin layer of frost on its leaves, giving birth to a faint orange color and a warm breath.

When we climbed one mountain after another, the night quietly covered the sky, and the stars came to the mountainside under the guidance of the bright moon, which was countless and beautiful. As the altitude rises, the air gets colder and colder, the insects on the trees sleep quietly in the moonlight, and the broad green leaves are bent by dew. Everything is quiet, only the rustle of cold air, only the ticking of ice springs, only people's footsteps and gasps.

As time went by, I stood at the peak of Mount Heng. Next to it is a towering cedar with an ice cone hanging from the top. Under the irradiation of moonlight, it is like the falling corner of the moon hanging on the tip of the blade. It smells as sweet as ice cream.

Lie down and spread your limbs to meet the stars in the sky and the big round yellow moon. Just looking at it, my mouth will smell like egg yolk moon cakes, and I feel that I have fallen into the Milky Way and come to the moon, looking at the Hengshan Mountain covered by moonlight and ice and snow. The moonlight turned into white gauze and was quietly covered by Hengshan Mountain.

At about four o'clock in the morning, the moon quietly went to rest when we were unconscious. The moon is gone and the stars are scattered. When the first ray of sunshine shone on my cheek, the last star also left, and Hengshan also took off that layer of white gauze.

It's been a long time since the trip to Hengshan, but the white gauze is still as clear as yesterday and dreamlike.