Primary school composition about travel experiences

Essay on Travel 1

In the past few days, my family and I went on a trip to Zhangzhou. Because there were acquaintances there, the journey was planned in advance.

This is my first time to Zhangzhou. From the moment I decided to travel, I started to feel a little excited. We took the high-speed train to Zhangzhou City. When we got there, it was already dark. Although we had already eaten snacks in the car, our friend was very happy to take us to a suburban restaurant for a small hot pot.

It was a single-story wooden hut. At night, amid the colorful neon lights, it was particularly impressive. While our friends were ordering food, a group of us strolled around the small restaurant for a while. The restaurant is located next to a park, and this time happens to be when many people come out to exercise.

After walking a few steps along the path in front of the restaurant, we saw a small open-air bar. On the small stage, there were two black singers singing English songs. My English is not good, so I couldn’t understand the words they sang, but the rich voice and the singer’s verb-filled dance were really contagious.

There were many guests sitting in front of the stage, drinking wine and enjoying their performance. I showed that the tables of the guests all had a very beautiful and artistic spiral-shaped tall cylinder, which was hollow and looked like a large cup. In the bottom third of the column, there is a small faucet device. Friends and family said it was a wine barrel and the tap could release wine.

I suddenly realized it and was pleasantly surprised by such an artistic design. After leaving the small bar, we saw a large playground-like venue where many people were running and playing ball, and there were also children learning to pulley. It was very lively. We were infected by this kind of exercise emotion and wanted to exercise, but our stomachs began to protest a little.

By coincidence, the food in the restaurant was almost ready, so a group of us went to fill our stomachs first. However, the scenery I saw when I first arrived gave me a good impression of this city. .

Essay on Travel 2

In the early morning of August 6, the sun rose slowly, and I felt a little excited. Because I started my first day at the age of nine, and our family was going to take a trip to Tiantai Mountain.

On the first day in Tiantai Mountain, we found Moyun Villa to stay, and visited the Huashihai and Huashilin areas. I immediately fell in love with the wading game. I stood in the clear, shallow and cool water for a long time, it was really refreshing!

The next day our family first visited Xiaojiuzhaigou. The mountains there are so steep that they often scare me. We originally wanted to go straight to Zhengtiantai along Xiaojiuzhaigou. Unfortunately, the recent heavy rain washed away all the roads on both sides of the bank, so we had to take the road to Zhengtiantai.

The most interesting place on the main rooftop is of course the Shibali Herb Ditch! There are more than ten water play facilities and mountain trail games in Shibali Xiangxianggou ***. My mother smiled and said to me: "Don't be afraid of getting your clothes wet when you play here."

My favorite is the "air swing". There are ropes hanging from the wooden bars, which are wobbly when walking on them, which makes people feel very uneasy. In order to challenge myself, I walked back and forth several times. It turns out that practice makes perfect, and I became more comfortable and faster as I walked.

I think the funniest thing is the "Slender Man's Workshop" on the mountain road. It consists of several wooden piles with wide or narrow spaces between them. I easily passed through the narrowest part. Dad also successfully passed through the second narrowest place. Mom thought she could get through the narrowest spot, but she got stuck there. It made my father and I laugh, and my father's face turned red from laughing, and I couldn't stand up straight with laughter. My mother was a little embarrassed, and her face turned green and red for a while. My father and I quickly said that she had gained weight and should lose weight. . Then I went and pulled my mother out. Mom can only pass through the second narrowest place like dad, which is really unexpected!

In addition, I also played the thrilling rope-net game where hands and feet were used together, and the river-traveling game of climbing ropes and swimming upstream. We spent a whole afternoon playing in the Herb Valley and still felt that we were still unsatisfied.

In the evening we went back to Le'an to have dinner. It started to rain lightly, so it seemed that we couldn't play hide-and-seek with the fireflies.

On the third day, we reluctantly left the beautiful Tiantai Mountain.

Composition 3 about tourism

"The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu." This is a poem in Du Fu's "Quatrains". This New Year's Day, in order to celebrate the arrival of 20xx, our family came to Xiling Snow Mountain. After getting on the cable car, the snow scene outside can only be described in these words: pink makeup, white snow, ice and snow.

The treetops outside the window are covered with ice crystals. They are so thick that they feel crumbling, like beautiful ice sculptures. When we reached the top of the mountain, the scenery was even more picturesque: looking far into the distance, we saw a vast white world, dotted only by small green trees. Some of the snow on the ground is frozen into hard lumps, and some are fluffy. When you touch it with your hands, wow! Soft and cold to the bone.

In this world of snow, I couldn't help but get excited and rushed forward quickly...

On the top of the mountain, there are many entertainment projects: snowmobiles, 3D off-road vehicles, snow trapeze, etc. There are countless, but the most memorable one for me is skiing.

When I walked into the ski resort accompanied by my father with my skis on my feet and a snowball in my hand, I was immediately made to laugh by the skiers who fell forward and backward one by one. , but when I thought about it, I put away my smile: What if I also fell "on all fours"? So I started learning seriously from my father. First, my father taught me how to go uphill: to walk outwards and the skis to buckle inward; then he learned the posture of sliding down: squat down, lean forward, and when the speed reaches a certain level, lift up the snowball; finally, he learned How to master the essential moves of braking and wrestling. In this world of ice and snow, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, but I still learned every movement with great interest. When I took the escalator to the mountainside, looking at the steep hillside, I closed my eyes and held the snowball fight with both hands. I felt like I was flying. A cold wind blew in my face. I opened my eyes and saw The scenery moved back quickly, and I was flying and dancing happily in the white sky and earth like a little bird.

A light rain gradually began to fall from the sky, and soon it turned into snow, falling on the snow, on my clothes, on the roof... I opened my mouth and let the snowflakes fall. In my mouth, I want to taste it, add its warmth. The sky full of snow accompanied me down the mountain. I miss this trip to Xiling; I miss the ice and snow; I miss the enjoyment of skiing; I miss...

Essay 4 about tourism

Sitting on the train to Xiamen, I quietly leaned against the window and looked at the scenery outside the window. I seemed to realize a truth.

The first thing that catches the eye is the densely packed trees on the hills. These trees are not scattered in an orderly manner, but chaotic. They are different from the trees in the bustling urban area. Each tree is like a puppet at the mercy of others, confined in a small jar of soil, relying on people to provide water all day long. Although these trees are neat, they look very deserted. And these trees on the hills, although they don't look good in the picture, are so vibrant and lush. They live in the wilderness and can only listen to God's orders. They don't know when it will rain, so they can only fetch water by themselves. Growing independently, as the article "Mahogany" said, such a tree is the most beautiful scenery.

I carefully admired these ordinary but not lonely trees. Every hill was so green, without exception.

After crossing the tree, I saw the river again. Fortunately, the river is endless and can be savored slowly. The sun dances on the river, and the breeze gently swings the skirt of the river. Looking from a distance, the river is so beautiful. It is blue and bright, but not dazzling. It is blue, clear, but not turbid. At this moment, I am intoxicated here, as if the breeze is accompanied by the sun, picking up the river water and falling gently on my face.

The farmland appeared in front of me again in a blink of an eye. The fertile land, working farmers, diligent farmers, and sweat formed a beautiful pastoral scenery. The old farmer turned around, I smiled slightly, and he gave me the simplest and most sincere smile. At this time, my heart felt so sweet.

"Xiamen has arrived at the station, please prepare to get off the bus." This sentence woke me up, who was still intoxicated and thinking.

Suddenly, I realized a truth. I think the scenery along the way is more beautiful than the destination. As for the destination, you must first pass through the scenery on the road. Isn't this the same in life? How gratifying it is to achieve success, but what is even more unforgettable is the process! Sometimes, when it comes to doing something well, the arduous process is the most memorable. Sometimes, after tasting the sweet fruit, we still have to recall the hardships of planting trees.

Therefore, only after experiencing countless hardships can the process create success. Let us savor this process carefully, just like appreciating every scenery during the journey!