An 800-word argumentative essay titled "Journey"

Talking about the spiritual journey, an example is as follows:

Journey

“If you don’t play in spring, you may be an idiot.” On this day, the sun is warm and the grass is green. Yin, a burst of fresh air blows in our face, refreshing our hearts and minds. It is a good weather for travel. It seems that someone is guiding us on this mysterious journey.

"The Great Wall and the sky are thousands of miles away, and the heroes of all ages have dreams of all ages. ."

With excitement, everyone came to the long-awaited Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage to the fallen heroic martyrs - Mao Zeming, Chen Tanqiu and other revolutionaries. Facing this solemn scene, everyone felt solemn expressions. , these are the heroes of our motherland! Their dedication is worthy of our admiration and worth remembering; they lead us on the road to victory with their indomitable will, and their souls will be immortal! At this time, I suddenly remembered a sentence: < /p>

No matter how small the strength is, it is also a kind of support.

The era of heroes is still gone. Although we cannot throw our lives and blood like them, we can do our meager efforts. Strength adds a touch of brilliance to the world, then what awaits us will be a broader sky.

We came to the ancient city of Wulabo Luntai with the worship of history.

"Send you off at the east gate of Luntai, and the road to the Tianshan Mountains is covered with snow when you go."

This is a poem by Cen Shen, a frontier fortress poet in the Tang Dynasty. At this moment, I have the same state of mind as the poet. This is the so-called "hero's place" "We see the same thing". Standing high in the ancient city, at your feet are the ruins of the ancient city that have gone through the sea. Once "the royal city on the royal road", now it stands quietly on the Gobi Desert, telling passers-by the story of the past with its scarred body. The glory of the past , today’s desolation makes people feel heartbroken, desolate, and mixed with sentimentality. The wind blew across my cheeks and passed through the gaps in my hair, bringing a hint of coolness. Then I thought about it, history is like this, big waves wash away the sand, and what should be left behind should be left behind. Take away what you should take away, so why should future generations lament in vain?

This trip finally ended with a visit to the Tianshan Wildlife Park. The twelve-kilometer hike was the perfect ending to our activities. Full stop. Nature unfolds before us scenes that are either solemn or vicissitudes of life, fresh or vivid, and we are intoxicated by this wonderful moment that fills our souls...

Facing the martyrs, I am speechless, only I can sigh silently in my heart; facing the vicissitudes of the ancient city, I choose to look down and look at it with heroic feelings, and experience the amazing sacredness - the world is so vast and the history is so heavy. Xinjiang, this vast land, it The mysterious side awes me, but I have to say that the other side is a bit heavy. Poverty and backwardness are not only reflected in the economy, but also permeate into the spiritual consciousness. I really hope that one day, Xinjiang Able to join the ranks of developed regions and create great miracles of our own!