A 200-word essay on traveling abroad and a trip to Rome

When the first ray of sunshine in early spring jumps out of the horizon and shines on the earth, the ice and snow covering the branches on the frozen mountains and rivers begin to slowly melt, and the solid ice condensed on the branches also begins to turn into water. With its branches, it quietly withdraws from people's sight. The gentle breeze blows and the drizzle moisturizes. The originally bare branches begin to sprout, and the beautiful earth quietly puts on new clothes.

We turn to appreciate the budding of her life. We couldn’t help but come to Qingqing Travel World.

As if "Guan Shandu is flying", we stepped on this oasis, jumping, flying...

"Swaying..." "Help, it's too scary!" Yes - earthquake, yes we are at the Earthquake Experience Center. Screams, darkness, the blood all over the body boiled, and a heart thumped in the chest as if it was about to fly. ...Finally we see the light again; what remains unchanged is that our hearts are still rippling.

Under the clear sky, we walked side by side, five people, ten hands and ten feet, waving on the oasis, adding a dynamic picture to it. Father-in-law Sun seemed to be wearing a formal dress and preparing to attend the banquet, leaving us with a hint of spring; the breeze blew, the flowers sang, the grass jumped, and the trees danced. Ripples appeared on the lake surface, just like dragonflies touching the water, penetrating the sky and reflecting our every move.

"It sticks to the green mountains and does not relax, and its roots are still in the broken rocks." This is bamboo. When I am in the bamboo forest, my eyes are full of tall and straight green. I seemed to be isolated from the world and turned into a graceful and vigorous green bamboo, with its tops piercing the blue sky. The bamboo forest is lush and green, reflecting in the water. Under this afterglow, we formed a close friendship with him.

"Solute——" We raised our glasses and cheered. Under the beautiful scenery, the ancients drank and composed poems; we drank and sang, we were so free and happy!

"By the way, we still have three tickets." "We can go play on the pirate ship" "There are also flying chairs, flying Chair!" "Then let's go!" Sitting on the flying chair, I was like a bird, a bird bound by a rope. "Flying" is an unattainable dream, but from childhood to adulthood, if I don't give up or give in for it, my stubborn little sapling will one day grow into a towering tree. I like it, I love it.

Last night, the spring rain washed this oasis; the spring breeze evoked all things in the world; the spring bamboo shoots brought the first drop of dew in the new year.

The whistle sounded in the distance, taking away our reluctance, returning to the starting point, and then heading to another corner of the dream. .

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