Classic prose describing travel

I thought I would never come to the mountain in my hometown again, and I would never encounter that haunting story again. I really think so.

The winter of 20xx carries too much happiness, and the summer of 20xx carries too much expectation. I don't think I can bear more loneliness. I am still alone, carrying a schoolbag and traveling. From the beginning to the end, I chose the mountain in my hometown. I can't recall and dare not take risks, so I just want to enjoy a different journey quietly.

I still miss the soft lawn covered with green grass, the crystal clear stream and all the stories in the mountains. So, after returning to my hometown and greeting my relatives, I still reluctantly walked into the fantastic mountain to find those memories that began to fade away.

The mountains in summer are still so lively, and cicadas all over the mountains fight with each other. Unknown flowers are still so attractive, a breeze blew, and I walked on the forest path with flowers and rain, which was particularly welcomed. When I walked in, I was alone, like a lonely passage to heaven. But I don't feel lonely. I like to walk and think, and then smile like no one is watching. The sun gently hit my shoulder, and the branches creaked under my feet, adding a little special to the noise.

On the familiar path, there are two figures leading me with their fingers. Never remember whether it was once or in the future. I just appreciate the grass and trees here and quietly accept a baptism of being familiar with the beautiful scenery. The most beautiful scenery depends on the most affectionate romance. I think everything here is romantic. You once said that romance is not on the road, but on the body. I once said that romance lingers on the cold night, on the grass, just like warm water flowing through my ears.

It's best not to meet each other, so you don't have to fall in love. The footsteps of traveling alone came to the soft lawn, and I couldn't get rid of the impact of the beautiful scenery. I'm so happy that I don't want to talk to myself. Surrounding mountains, surrounding trees, and quietly flowing streams on the edge of the lawn. A complete ink painting, the phone lens is too small.

I finally woke up, I want to collect these beautiful scenery from my heart, close my eyes and only hear the flowing wind and water. The thick earthy smell of tender grass also came to the nose. At this point, I no longer seem to exist, only a quiet stream. Very comfortable, I haven't felt this peace for a long time.

A person's travel, no loneliness, no disappointment. Lying in this natural scenery, I am very satisfied. If the weight of travel is not enough to make you give up what you have, you will not choose to travel, nor will you choose to remember when you travel. This trip belongs only to me. Although I didn't want you to be away, I found that I was quietly enjoying the most beautiful trip.

The memory of 20 19 has always been a touching time. Whether I remember it or not, my most beautiful trip was this one. After a long time, I am sure that the happiest, most beautiful and unforgettable trip in my life has appeared and passed. And left a fairy tale-like memory that never faded. Among them are the changing colors of the Woods, the temperature of the first snow in the mountains, the humidity of the soil by the stream, the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves, and the romantic touch.

The most beautiful trip, I think of it from time to time, and a smile will appear on my lips.

Chapter 2: Spiritual Journey

Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, looking at the world; A sea of people, exotic. A short life always experiences the baptism of years, the guidance of the world of mortals, the fragility of life and the strength of consciousness. In a hurry, no matter how hard you try, you can't keep up with the track of the times. You are immersed in a drunken life, and your tired heart is already riddled with holes. Why not take a spiritual journey and regain the beauty and purity of this world?

When the heart is tired, why bother to support the tired mind and torture yourself in a dark room without sunny days? We are not mechanical machines, we will cry, shout and complain. People are not vegetation, how can they be ruthless? Without worldly desires, they will become numb and indifferent; As for who love begins, we are all emotional boarders. After drifting away from joys and sorrows again and again, we begin to look for reasons to remain stable at last. The perfect weaving of lies requires a strong will. No band-aid can cure the pain after love. Now that you are so tired, why bother and torment your emotions and mind? If the heart is sunny, it will be sunny every day; If there is rain in my heart, where can I feel the sunshine? Life has been rushing for decades. Nine times out of ten, there will be unpleasant things in a short life. Since you can't escape, choose to smile at them.

No one's world is without wind and rain. We don't want our world to be storm-free, because it is an incomplete world. A complete world should be like this, there will be storms, there will be rainbows after storms, there will be sickness and death, and everything we have now will be cherished. There will be ups and downs, let us appreciate all kinds of life; There will be setbacks and frustrations, so that we can grow better. We look forward to the baptism of wind and rain and a more exciting life. To this end, we have been pursuing, but sometimes we are confused, even lost in the ocean of pursuit, immersed in the bottomless whirlpool; Sometimes we are touched, and the warmth of human feelings always surrounds us, so that our frozen hearts are no longer cold; There will be complacency from time to time, but we must not forget the efforts and efforts before complacency, as well as the uncertainty and unpredictability of the future. Life is a journey without turning back, carrying your bags and heading for the distant place of your dreams, accompanied by wind and rain and thorns along the way; Over the mountains, through the mud, let the dream in my heart shine brightly.

In the journey of walking, fatigue and sadness will come quietly. It is our best choice to talk, stop to have a rest, talk about mental fatigue, release mental depression, absorb positive nutrition, enrich our life and choose a spiritual journey, not for others, but for ourselves.

Chapter III: Travel

Whether you are studying or traveling, your body and soul must be on the road.

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Reading gives us a poetic spiritual world, and all romantic things can be completed in our minds. It leads us to appreciate the beauty and significance of ancient poetry, to appreciate the plain and graceful rhythm, to imagine the lilac girl in the misty rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, to find a place for her soul in the soft waves of Zhimokang Bridge, and to indulge in the afterglow of the sunset that can still blow willows.

Nietzsche said, "No matter how great a person's thought is, it must be just an interpretation of his own experience." It is these different experiences that travel brings us to appreciate different customs. Knowledge is very important for a woman. Seen more, naturally there will be a broad career, naturally open-minded, women's unique defects will be diluted, and the advantages will naturally become more prominent. Imagine if we always stay in the same place. Then how narrow our space should be, and how miserable our life should be if we don't accept the influence of new things. All our youth are just repeating monotonous songs. Without a beginning, life will only be a stagnant pool. There is no longer road than our feet. As long as we set sail, the world is at our feet.

Of course, traveling is not necessarily about going to some famous tourist attractions, because the economic ability of college students who still belong to consumers is limited. This doesn't mean that you have to enjoy the spectacular wonders when traveling. Sometimes, a person in a remote village can feel inner satisfaction more. Rodin, the master of aesthetics, once said: "The world is not short of beauty, but the eyes that find it." Being in a big city, we have little time to pay attention to the people and things around us because of the fast-paced city life or busy with various social activities. The colorful nightlife makes us lead a drunken life, and our life is not so full. We always feel lonely in the dead of night. We laugh more and more often, but our inner joy is pitiful. What travel brings us is precisely the return of the soul and the liberation of returning to nature.

The significance of travel is actually to teach us to be independent, get used to one's life, be independent, have our own opinions, and face the difficulties and hardships in life independently. Young people are always full of expectations and curiosity about the outside world, and always want to go out for air. Even if we are broken, we have no regrets and no tears to shed, but this is by no means sadness.

Everyone is an independent individual, and no one can replace him. Whenever I feel inferior, I always tell myself silently: smile, as long as you smile, nothing can pass. Traveling makes me

I can regain my confidence. Up to now, I treat everyone with a smile and bring them my happiness. At the same time, I find my own shortcomings in the process of communication and strive to become excellent. There is no standard to measure Excellence. As long as you like it, you can basically achieve your goal.

Pack your bags and pursue your dreams while you are young. Youth has no losers. I want to wait until I am too old to walk. I can still recall the madness of that year and say to myself with peace of mind: "In this life, you have had a wonderful life."