Take a book to travel for composition.

Take a book to travel composition 1 What kind of book to take before each trip to pass the boring waiting time on the road, always think a lot.

It must not be too heavy. I can't wait to lose weight before going out.

Nor can it be a novel with an overly compact plot. They are either finished on the way out, or you always miss them and have an uncomfortable time.

Of course it can't be difficult to read. Travel should be relaxing, so why use books to poison it?

Besides lp, travel notes are also the best. Most of them are general and impractical. What is serious is misleading. You can see through your own eyes, but you see through other people's eyes.

So I have always felt that the most suitable prose is plain and harmonious, and I can see it everywhere I open it.

However, the book I took with me on my recent trip seems to be not very successful.

The title of The Art of Traveling to Myanmar with Allen is apt, but after reading it, I found that it is more about art than travel. Besides, I thought there was a lot of leisure to read when a person was walking, but there was none at all. Time during the day is particularly precious, and there are too many strange things to see. When you arrive at the hotel at night, you should take the time to take a shower and wash clothes, and write down all the experiences of the day. I often fall asleep with a pen in my hand. So I hardly read a few pages along the way. Until the return trip, I stayed at the airport for two days because of the heavy snow, and I really had nothing to do. I finally finished watching it.

I went to Nepal with Ben Liang Wendao's Self. The first time I read his book, I found it didn't sing. Besides, I dreamed of reading corruptly by the lake of Boccara, but it rained all day. I also dream of walking to the camp early every day and taking a bath and reading in the last sun-as a result, we walk to the camp every day after sunset. Finally, the book was brought back almost intact.

The most disappointing thing is that I brought Krishnamurti's books several times, thinking that I can't read them on weekdays. When traveling, I am relaxed, my mind is empty, and I may suddenly have inspiration. It turns out that many times when traveling, the mind is more impetuous.

On the other hand, when I went to Xinjiang, I was trapped by the harmonious snow. Fortunately, the bowl brought a book of mistaken reading > spent a lot of leisure time, and unexpectedly experienced the most perfect daze corruption: baking a fire, drinking hot black tea, eating a sweet grape and enjoying Amberto's wit and humor.

The past is becoming more and more unclear. There was a time when I especially liked the invisible city of Calvino. I thought it was the best place for travelers. The city in the book can be any city, and it can be associated with any place you arrive.

Another time I went to the countryside with Thoreau's diary, which was also very good. Thoreau can make people discover the beauty of the countryside best.

Be sure to bring books when you go home. It's ironic to compare going home with traveling. But the fact is really similar, especially in recent years, going home with more and more guests' eyes. In fact, my family used to like reading, but in modern life, it is easy for people to give up the habit of reading, such as TV and computer. Games, with endless entertainment possibilities, seem easier and faster than reading. So no new books have been added to the bookshelf at home for many years. A Dream of Red Mansions is the most commonly taken home. . I have a set of four-volume paperbacks of A Dream of Red Mansions, each of which is not thick. Take a book with you, and open a chapter if you want to read it. Anyway, it's familiar and fresh every time.

After talking for a long time, I still haven't decided. What should I bring this time?

Take a book to travel composition 2 Walking in the bustling Nanjing every day, I don't feel busy, as if I just fell in love with the city.

And there is such a book that records the ups and downs and vicissitudes of Nanjing for many years. The joys and sorrows of this city, the ups and downs of this city, are quietly recorded in this book, attached to it, and quietly accompanied Nanjing to continue through every spring, summer, autumn and winter. This book is Take a Book to Nanjing.

Whether it is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties that has experienced vicissitudes of life or the battle songs that soar high, the traces of Nanjing's history can still be easily remembered by people in modern cities today, and it is not difficult to find them. After all, this is the imprint of time on Nanjing. So whenever I walk in the fast-paced life in Nanjing, there is always a sense of desolation like a lifetime ago.

The phrase "four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy." Endless, is the change of Nanjing, is the suffering of the city. In the area near Qinhuai River, dilapidated temples can be seen everywhere. As if the red paint on the courtyard wall could no longer stand the test of time, it fell down inadvertently and was swept up by the young monks who appeared every day in the temple. Finally, the red wall paint of this ancient temple was taken away and gradually forgotten by the world. Just like Nanjing in the long river of history, no matter how prosperous it is, it will eventually end, and then it will be buried without a trace by time. A hundred years ago, the emperor would never have thought that the temples he built in the city could not stand the desolation of time and could not be remembered by the world forever. Over time, it gradually disappeared in the misty rain of the city and became a desolate weed in an open space in the corner of the city today.

Maybe it's really like the book says. Nanjing is really a sad city.

Not every traveler, even a native of Nanjing, can experience the desolation and vicissitudes of Nanjing alone. What they may see is just the old days of Nanjing, brick by brick, or the little fluff falling from the French phoenix tree planted by the roadside generalissimo for Miss Song Jia, but that's it. They are doomed to fail to understand the inner sadness of Nanjing people.

No one will ever know the story of Nanjing City, if it is unintentionally inserted.

Few people know that Jinxianghe Road, next to the bustling Jiming Temple, used to be a small river where people shook their boats and made incense. And next to it, there is an unknown little Pearl River that finally disappears in time. The scene of girls here has been lost in the changes of time, leaving only a stinking ditch that people hate. When people lamented the kings of the Southern Dynasties, no one noticed a small pearl well next to Jiming Temple. Although Chen Zhu in the Southern Dynasties did not ask about politics, he was full of romantic poetry and wine, but no one thought that if Uncle Chen Zhu Bao had never been an emperor, would the voice of national subjugation of the flowers in the back garden of Yushu still be immortal? Unfortunately, the gifted scholar was born in the royal family, so he was doomed to miss poetry and songs, and the tears of those concubines gave Chen Nan endless sadness in the rouge well. But how many people can understand it? Later generations only heard endless abuse, and those times that once existed in Nanjing became short-lived dynasties with nothing in people's mouths. Afraid, this is the sorrow of Nanjing, right?

It suddenly occurred to me that my hometown, where I have lived for more than ten years, has become so strange, as if I had never met before. The charm and soul of Nanjing city suddenly became extremely heavy and sad, deeply rooted in the bricks and tiles of Ming city, and each brick is a past event of Nanjing city. The ear seemed to echo with the moving song by Qinhuai River, and there was an ink painting by Qinhuai River under the light. Because of the past in Nanjing, I couldn't help falling in love with nostalgia, and I also wanted to see the misty rain and wind in the book.

I am determined to forget the familiar Nanjing city. I went to Nanjing with a book. During the trip, I met Nanjing City and my story.

Take a book to travel composition 3 The book is a mountain, and Wan Li's dignity stands tall;

The book is a river, flowing with thousands of years of wisdom;

A book is a person, and between the lines is a lonely soul;

A book is a trip, and thinking during the trip is to "travel with a book".

This book is magical, magnificent and all-encompassing. It has written 5,000 years of Chinese civilization and recorded the legendary story of benevolent and wise men. If in the book, I cherish the memory of Daiyu's burial of flowers, lament the heroes of the Water Margin, admire heroes from generation to generation, observe the Western Heaven and learn from the scriptures, and feel the passage of time. This book gives us inspiration and thinking with its unique wisdom.

The ancients said, "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road". In fact, when we travel, we can take "a book" along Wan Li Road, read thousands of books, travel, find traces of books and feel the world.

Zhu said, "Good reading, good reading, good reading." In my opinion, travel itself is a good book.

The mystery of Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes in northern China makes me think, just like watching the Mogao Grottoes in Mr. Yu's Life's Hard Journey and the spectacular beauty of Lushan Waterfall, which makes me fascinated. Just like Li Bai's "Suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days", the vast grasslands in Inner Mongolia make me calm and relaxed ... The south, West Lake in Hangzhou and Xishuangbanna are all outstanding.

Orange Island, full of writing and passion, can feel the high morale of the great men of that year. "Ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?"

I was deeply moved by the surging thoughts in front of the sea, and felt that Wen Tianxiang was brave and fearless. "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines on history";

Before Venus broke her arm, she was enlightened, thought deeply and felt the beauty of the broken arm.

Visiting these places of interest, I seem to travel through ancient and modern times and shrink into books, as if I were talking to ancient sages and listening to teachings.

During the trip, when I saw the changing situation, I couldn't help looking up information and learning astronomical knowledge. I saw the Himalayas and lamented the vicissitudes of life. I learned geography knowledge and learned more about nature, which made me feel the knowledge in the book more intuitively.

On the journey, before I came to the sea, I learned to tolerate others, tolerate others. Looking at the magic of sea water piercing the stone, I realized that water is not only beautiful in liquid state, but also tenacious, tenacious and supercilious. Perhaps only the persistent pursuit like water can create strength for our ideals. Water is a mirror, a mirror, reflecting the truth, goodness and beauty and the brilliance of human nature. After watching the unparalleled waves wash the beach, I feel a magical power, that is, persistence, hard work and struggle, and a spirit of human struggle for the same goal. Facing the towering mountains, I can capture that spirit more clearly. Although the process of climbing the mountain is hard, we can only "other mountains look short in the sky." If we try our best to climb to the top of the mountain. This may be the truth, goodness, beauty, perseverance and tenacious struggle we see in the book.

During the trip, I also saw the Ansai waist drum of the people in northern Shaanxi and their joy of harvest. Many folk customs, such as marriage, funeral, marriage, marriage ... and these are not the best manifestations of their enthusiasm, hospitality and simplicity? In their diligence and simplicity, they saw the brilliance of human nature.

It can be seen that books are closely related to life, and the extension of books equals life.

Travel is a good book.

During the journey, I saw the vicissitudes of life;

On the trip, I solved the natural puzzle;

During the trip, I enjoyed the cool breeze and flowing water;

During the journey, I was graceful and lingering;

During the trip, I feel bold and free;

During the journey, I thought about the true meaning of life;

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Travel is like a book, which adds a sense of life during travel, and it seems to be wandering in the book. Let's travel with books together.

Take a book to travel composition 4 A book, a cup of tea, a road, a string of footprints.

The faint fragrance of tea rises, and the water mist on the cold lens gradually blurs the line of sight. I took off my glasses, opened the book carefully, propped up my forehead and watched the clouds whistling past me.

I've always wanted to go to Heilongjiang, Xiaohong's hometown, and enjoy the magnificent wonders of the world of ice and snow. Take a sip of hot tea, which is slightly sweet and has a bitter refreshing feeling.

Slowly turning the pages, lines of ordinary words are woven into a dream world, beating my heart with delicate and profound brushstrokes, like strings of pearls. The Biography of Hulan River reveals the scattered troubled times with a light and childish story. While admiring Xiao Hong, a seed named desolation grows quietly in my heart.

Lonely childhood, a bleak life.

17:43, the plane finally landed slowly at Harbin Taiping International Airport. With the last roar of the plane, I finally set foot on this dreamland that I have met thousands of times in my dream. The air is a little dry. I'm wearing a thick down jacket and still shivering in the cold wind.

After many twists and turns, when I fell asleep on the bus with my book in my arms, the bus finally carried a car full of tired but expectant passengers to Xiao Hong's former residence, which was known as the "living god of literature in the 1930s".

Standing motionless in front of the 2-meter-high statue of Xiao Hong, looking at Xiao Hong's faint and quiet smile, my crazy heart gradually subsided. With small wings, I walked with eager but heavy steps into the once bustling compound that no longer exists.

Through the mottled red lacquered wooden door, a photo of Zhang Xiaohong and his parents hangs on the wall. The bookcase, small dining table, dressing table ... are all the same, and they are placed in a small room in an orderly way. It's quiet and normal. It seems that the owner of the house has just left, and the next second he will come in from outside the house and study hard at his desk. The thick book fragrance fills my nasal cavity.

Leave the main room and stroll in the yard. A clump of wormwood in the middle of the yard stood alone and swayed with the wind. I hurriedly opened the book I carried with me and was pleasantly surprised to capture the touch of deja vu. Before my eyes, I seem to see a child wearing a straw hat and an old man with gray hair playing in the spring scenery of the garden. The cheerful figure is like a flying butterfly, fleeting. Grandpa's love for Xiaohong is her last attachment to that lonely family.

Walking through the west courtyard, the stone mill and the stone mill jumped into view one by one. When Feng crooked mouth struggled here, Mr. Wang's loved one lingered in his mind for a long time. But this little mill was built in a brand-new way. I can't see how the children covered in flour bags grew up here at that time, and I can't imagine how sad that miserable love was. Walking through Dongerdao Street where pigs and ducks were drowned, the old mud pit had already disappeared without a trace, and various shops were grabbing people's attention. I felt a little lonely when I was secretly happy for the prosperity and development of this city. Open the book, where can I find the melancholy and sadness between the lines?

Don't give up! At the moment when the car started, I couldn't help looking back and took a deep look at Xiao Hong's former residence. There, I found a beautiful and sad real boundary, where some people cry, some laugh, some love and some hate. There, the cry of Xiao Hong's lonely life echoed in my ears for a long time.

I will never forget that desolate little yard, where a single female writer created the legend of China literary world.

In the dim light of the car, I opened the biography of Hulan River again, and then savored the nostalgic thoughts.

Postscript: Take a book and walk those roads. That string of footprints clearly outlines the truest beauty behind the book.

When the holiday comes, many people will always browse all kinds of travel advertisements happily, and once they have determined where they want to go, they will start to pack their bags busily. Often everything, big and small, is brought together, but two or three full suitcases piled up by the wall begin to become speechless: what is missing?

If I were you, I would take out some unnecessary odds and ends to make room for a book. I will take a book with me to travel.

It doesn't matter what book it is, it can be a favorite novel. I can't see it at school at ordinary times, so I can relax at any time after the holiday. It can be a travel brochure of the place you want to go, which can let you know well before you arrive; It can be a beautiful collection of poems, allowing you to express your feelings between mountains and rivers. ...

You can open this book while you are waiting in the waiting room. Although people are buzzing around, a book in your hand can suddenly calm your heart. You can immerse yourself in the world of books without any anxiety of waiting; Even because you can quietly read a meaningful or humorous text, a smile will float on your face involuntarily, and this waiting has become a kind of beauty;

On the long way to the garage, reading can help you avoid unnecessary restraint with your aunt on the train, and also avoid worrying about the young people who smoke and drink across the street. Of course, you can also make friends with like-minded strangers because of a book. When you are addicted to books, you may have been regarded as a positive teaching material for educating your children by the mothers in the car. I remember that time when I went to Beijing, I read English in the sleeping car. Originally, my voice was not very loud, but everyone around me was quiet and gave me encouraging eyes. When I stopped for this strange silence, my face turned a little red, but I heard sincere compliments from people around me, and told me to continue studying hard, saying that everyone liked to listen. This makes me feel that people love children who like reading in their hearts; Many people's original good mood was destroyed by all kinds of unpleasantness on the way to the garage. Why? Taking a book with you can make you feel full and happy, and you won't care too much about the complicated people and things around you, and there will be a lot of unnecessary trouble. The long car travel time, accompanied by a book, has become a good memory in the journey.

When you arrive at a tourist destination, you can also open a book between waiting and resting on the journey. In the destination surrounded by green mountains and green waters, you can feel the soul-stirring of a novel; You can also compare the introduction in the guidebook with your own feelings, and experience the myriad thoughts and different feelings left by the literati who have visited here. Those words and pictures are suddenly supported by mountains and rivers, and they are confirmed, giving you a different feeling in peacetime. You will wonder whether these words and scrolls are annotation of landscapes or landscapes. Because you have such careful thoughts in reading, your trip is no longer a cursory tour, but a different perspective and observation from others, and of course there will be different experiences and gains from others.

When you are ready to sleep at night, you can gently open a book and clear your mind. Tired, you are like a fish, swimming around in the words in the book, with a comfortable feeling. When you are tired, put the book on the bedside table and go to sleep with what you have seen and heard today. Because of the company of a book, you will sleep so peacefully in a strange place, as if in your own crib.

Take a book to travel, and you will gain not only the beauty of the journey, but also a leisure, a enrichment and an elegance; Traveling with a book can not only increase your knowledge, but also calm your mood, convey your mood and feel a different kind of relaxation.

Then, take a book to travel!