Zheng He's Woong San composition is 200 words.

Enthusiastic May, travel organized us to visit Bear Mountain. On that day, we entered the Big Bear Mountain, and a piece of green came face to face. All the mountains were green.

Bear Mountain is located in the north of Xinhua County, more than 500 miles away from Fiona Fang, and it is the largest mountain in central Hunan. There are more than 30,000 mu of primary and secondary broad-leaved forests here. There are beautiful historical legends and a long history of human culture. There are hundreds of streams in this mountain, which are rich in species resources. We spiral up the canyon stream, clear as a mirror, crabs crawl freely in the stream, frogs and frogs cry like children, ancient and tall ginkgo lovers, cool and delicious mountain springs, waterfalls flowing down ... let us appreciate the deep affection of the canyon where mountains, water and forests are integrated! However, what I can't forget for a long time is riding a horse to climb the main peak of Woong San to watch the sunrise.

That night, we stayed in a hotel halfway up the mountain in Woong San. In order to climb the mountain and watch the sunrise, we set off at four in the morning. Because of our desire, everyone gets up before four o'clock. At this time, the world was dark and the quiet Shan Ye was shadowy, and the local tour guides were waiting outside the hotel early. Each of them has a flashlight in his hand and a bag on his back. More than ten of us are in our hometown. With the help of the weak light of the flashlight, we set off in a mighty way. The long cavalry slowly climbed up the mountain along the rugged mountain road in the quiet forest. It was said that there was no road on the mountain road, only a mountain road that was trampled by people and horses all the year round and was full of rubble and bumps. For those of us who have lived in downtown areas for many years, our hearts are full of infinite fear. This is the most sleepy time of the day, but when I got on the horse, I was completely sleepy. I grabbed the saddle with both hands. In order to ease everyone's nervous mood, several elder sisters in the same trade sang songs. Because of the different speeds of horses and the curvature of the mountain road, this song is drifting away and approaching in the silent mountain, and sometimes drifting away. I only heard the villagers leading the horses and the rough panting of the horses. "Cicada forest has become quieter. Only then did I find that my horse was left behind. The dim light from the flashlight in my hometown made me unable to see clearly where the road is, where the cliff is, and where the canyon stream is. I looked up at the sky. But the towering trees blocked my view, blocking the light of the stars and the moon. The rough gasps of my hometown people and horses made me feel the difficulty of climbing the vast forest. I don't know if it will bear me and roll off the cliff.

My fellow villager noticed my nervousness and kept talking to me to distract him. He said that the horse saw it leave at night, so don't be nervous. Lean forward a little when going uphill, and lean back a little when going downhill, so that your feet can be extended forward, which can ensure your safety. After listening to my fellow villager's words, my tight string loosened a little and I began to talk to her. My guide is an aunt, about fifty years old. She gets up at one o'clock every morning, feeds the horses, backs up the food she and the horses eat, makes some preparations, and then walks on Ma Zaishan Road for more than an hour to reach our hotel. I said you're not tired. Can you eat? She said that mountain people are used to walking like this often, and she also regards it as an exercise. Yes, no wonder the oldest horse driver is almost 80 years old and still healthy. Hit that boy! We walked slowly and talked cordially. I asked her about her family, and she said that she had three children, one in her twenties, and she took a horse as a tour guide. Two of them are in high school, and their husbands are ill in bed. The income from riding horses here is the main source of income for their family. After hearing what she said, my heart didn't feel heavy. No wonder she is an elderly woman, and it is no wonder that she goes out to lead a horse in the middle of the night.

Unconsciously, we have passed through the high broad-leaved forest and walked into the low bushes. Without the depression under the tall trees, we feel suddenly enlightened, and the sun, moon and stars smile at us and climb like us. My fellow villagers told me that because the wind on the mountain was too strong and too cold, the tops of the trees on the mountain were blown off by the strong wind, and the tops of the trees were flat. And the closer we get to the top of the mountain, the shorter the trees are, so that there are almost no trees on the top of the mountain. I gently grabbed the saddle, with the rhythm of the ticking of horseshoes, carefree, looking up at the vast sky, as if getting closer and closer to the sky, reaching out and touching it, I can pick the stars in the sky. At this moment, I think, perhaps, the Chang 'e of the moon is holding the Jade Rabbit and peeking at us with WU GANG's smile!

After more than an hour of crawling, at 5: 30, we successfully reached the Sun Observation Deck at an altitude of 1660 meters. It was a little white at this time. I got off the horse and looked from a distance. The world was long and the mountains were winding. I suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and I forgot all the insults. I can't help but think of my predecessor, "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky." There are still a few stars hanging in the sky. On the rolling hills in the east, colorful sunglow is guarding a rising red sun. At this time, our colorless female compatriots are all sitting in a row, sitting quietly and waiting for the sunrise quietly. The feeling of concentration makes people forget the strong wind and biting cold at the top of the mountain. Facing the east, we are looking forward to, welcoming, urging and silently calling for this sunrise. The color is also gradually deepening, light yellow, orange and gold! Just like an elixir just extracted from the furnace, dazzling! Ah, the clouds in the east are boiling, and a red sun is bursting out! This round of red sun has awakened the sleeping mountains, the sleeping people and the sleeping world, and brought light and vitality to the world. Xu Zhimo wrote in the article "Sunrise on Mount Tai", "The splendor of one side lifted the drowsiness of the sky, awakened the bright colts in the four corners, and galloped enthusiastically ... Listen, the general cheered; Look, how bright! " Although I am in different ages, I am equally excited, perhaps because we don't have much time to perceive nature. On weekdays, we only know that clothes are reduced in hot weather and added in cold weather. It is this rising sun that arouses the vitality of our youth.

In the face of this sunrise, we got on the horse again and went home on a whim.

After we left, the villagers took pains to repeat the same road every day, because of this, their children had the opportunity to go to school; The sun also rises every day. Because of this, the world is bright. Perhaps, what we lack is the indomitable and optimistic spirit of fellow villagers and the eternal and upward vitality like the sunrise.