600-word composition of Panshan Travel Notes

Panshan Mountain is located in the northwest of jizhou city. This is a place full of long history and cultural atmosphere. The natural scenery here is infinitely good, and it is a place where ancient emperors often relax. Now the tourism industry is well developed. Here is a 600-word essay on Panshan Travel Notes.

In late autumn and early winter, the sun broke through the smog for many days, revealing a warm and lovely golden face. On weekdays, 19 library colleagues, who were immersed in the book, practiced the eight-character motto of "Read thousands of books, Walk Wan Li Road" and came to Panshan Scenic Area, where the forest was full of dye.

Sunny, breezy and calm, I have great confidence in Coke. Looking at Panshan from a distance, from low to high, it presents three different colors: green, yellow and red. It is a big tree in the sky, soaring into the sky. The close-up view of Panshan Mountain, the sound of horseshoes, the tinkling of springs, the swimming sound of goldfish and the fluttering sound of red ribbons make the scenery more unique and beautiful. The warm colors of Panshan Mountain endow it with gentle temperament and make it soft and firm.

I like to climb mountains with everyone. The old, the young, the fat and the thin are all gearing up and shuttling among the tourists. Soon, they are sweating slightly and panting unevenly, calling friends with a smile and taking photos together.

Climbing the mountain is very interesting, but the deepest feeling is still in Panshan Martyrs Cemetery. Who would have thought that there were so many sad or touching anti-Japanese stories in this beautiful land, and the blood of martyrs flowed in every grass and tree here.

In the Martyrs Memorial Hall, a photo caught my attention. This is a handsome man named Wang Shaoqi. His soft and wise eyes were preserved by black and white and light and shadow, which made him quiet in all the photos. He was originally a student of Beiping Medical University. When resisting Japan and saving the nation, he resolutely chose to drop out of school and join the revolution. At the age of 25, he opened a clinic in Banqiao Village, Jixian County. In just over half a year, he established the Anti-Japanese Salvation Association in more than 20 nearby villages, serving as county magistrate, member of the Central Military Commission and other important positions. He refused to surrender and was shot while fighting in Yangjiabao, Feng Run County from 65438 to 0944.

When I was a child, I liked to listen to anti-Japanese stories, because I worshipped heroes, and heroes are another kind of people, which has nothing to do with me. Now that I have grown up, I began to learn to treat them as people like me, feel the psychology and choices of these martyrs with empathy, and feel their greatness more and more in the tremor.

At the same age, if Wang Shaoqi were alive today, he would be an excellent doctor and have a happy family. Maybe some patients will take photos of his handsome face with their mobile phones and post it on the hot topic of "the most handsome doctor" in Weibo, which will make him an "internet celebrity" by accident. At the same age, if I go back to the war years, I don't think I have the courage to face the sharp saber of the enemy. Maybe I just want to hide in the mountains like a white-haired girl and stay away from disputes.

In the showcase, there are sheets, medical instruments and letters written by Wang Shaoqi. I suddenly feel that he is not far from me. He was right in front of me, his eyes quiet and gentle. I want to stop him from leaving. He smiled, leaving a thin but strong figure. My eyes are moist.

My thoughts went back to four years ago, which was a sweet summer. I climbed the Panshan Mountain with my ex-boyfriend. From time to time, he took out his camera to take pictures of beautiful scenery and small insects, and it was stormy all the way. The raincoat I bought temporarily struggled to resist the baptism from nature, and I comforted my ex-boyfriend's impatient temper. Three hours later, we finally reached the top of the mountain. At that time, after a storm, the scenery was beautiful and we hugged each other.

Four years later, I went to Panshan again. It records my growth and maturity with a broad mind. I am grateful for this kind land.