Excellent composition of mountaineering

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are the excellent mountaineering compositions I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

My hometown is a very beautiful place. There are mountains and rivers everywhere. Catching fish and playing various games brought endless fun to my childhood. What impressed me most was the first time I climbed the mountain in my hometown.

It was a crisp and sunny autumn day, and my friends came to ask me out to climb the mountain. This is my first time climbing a mountain, so I am curious and timid. I saw on TV that all the climbers were carrying backpacks, which must be for food and drink, so I packed a big bag. A Cong said, "You don't need to bring water or food. Let's each take two plastic bags and climb the mountain empty-handed. " Cong is my cousin. He often hoes in the mountains. I asked strangely, "Why don't you bring anything?" What if you are thirsty? ""it's okay, although we returned empty-handed, we will come back with a full load! " Cong said, secretly smiled at me and winked at me.

So, we set off, singing and laughing all the way, very happy. At the foot of the mountain, A Cong said, "This mountain is not high here." "Wow, this is not high!" I looked at the mountain and opened my eyes wide. Cong added, "There are mountains much higher than this! Don't make a fuss. Let's compete. Whoever gets to the top of the mountain first will be rewarded. " I am getting more and more strange to myself: "I didn't bring anything, and there is a reward?" "Game on!" Cong shouted: we all got up like tigers, and soon I became the third place. I'm not convinced. The calf is in front of me. I took a shortcut and climbed steeply there, overtaking the calf. We were all halfway up the mountain, panting and slowing down. We saw the top of the mountain, but we were exhausted. Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and your face is sweaty. Cong is still climbing. He said, "I will see the gift soon." As soon as I heard about the gift, I followed up. "Ah, the infinite scenery is at its peak, come on!" Cong let out a cry and spread his arms. Seeing his air, I climbed up with all my strength. "Cool, cool!" I also cried with open arms, endless orange trees are full of fruits, great! That's what Cong said! We climbed from tree to tree and picked oranges to eat. A Cong said, "Our place is rich in oranges. It' s too hidden to pick it yourself today! " We had a good time. Not long after eating, the bag is full, and it is full.

As the saying goes, it's easier to go down than up. As the sun sets, we quickly return to the foot of the mountain, and the feeling of carefree in our hearts is indescribable.

Although this is the first time to climb the mountain, I like it very much and will never forget it.

I finally returned to the ground, feeling that my soul was washed by the water of the Holy Spirit and burned again. Suddenly my eyes lit up and I felt a whole new world suddenly appeared in front of me.

It was a sultry summer, with the scorching sun hanging high and listlessly baking all the flowers and plants on the roadside. I curled up lazily in bed, turned on the air conditioner and enjoyed myself. A sudden idea came to my mind. I was afraid of my father, which made him make a nervous decision to climb the mountain in this hot day.

I was dragged to Shunfengshan Park in various ways. I rubbed my hazy eyes and saw a tall tower standing on the towering mountain. It's like thinking that a soldier is riding a beast in green armor. This kind of imagination makes me feel a biting cold. What tower is it? I remember my father saying, "Old Seta."

There is no doubt that I stared at the scorching sun and reluctantly started this arduous climb.

I'm still a little interested, because this is my first time climbing a mountain. I don't like sports, and this weather is really unbearable. First of all, this is a long and steep uphill road. Gradually, I was exhausted and began to feel a little out of breath. Dad gave me a hand in front, and I gritted my teeth and persisted.

But this persistence is like sand in my hand, fleeting, and soon I began to die again. Then there is the "ladder". I touched my back and I could wring a pool of water. My shoulders are like courage, pressing me hard, my body is soft, my mouth is panting, and my rapid heartbeat seems to ring in my ear. I wanted to give in, but my father refused.

I kept my head down, like a walking corpse, took two steps, took a rest and continued to climb. The sun seems to be getting more and more poisonous, and the suffocating feeling is like a narrow cage covering me, and I feel less and less air. I can't hold on any longer. I sat down. My father, who walked in front, flew into a rage and took me alive. There is no way but to try to keep climbing.

Here we are, almost there. I stepped up my pace. In a short time, a huge tower stood in front of me, and the height really felt like "a dangerous building is 100 feet high, and the hand can pick the stars." I gasped like a locomotive, and my chest heaved violently, which made me sit up at once. My head is sweating profusely. Looking back, those people are as small as sesame seeds, a charm that "all other mountains look short in the sky" Is self-evident; Looking up, the sky seems to be above my head, and I can touch the clouds as soon as I reach out, which is as strange as a fairyland.

My eyes suddenly lit up. "Nothing is difficult to a willing mind" makes me feel very relaxed in the hot summer.

In the early morning, a milky mist hangs over a quiet small mountain village, and many people will come here, ah! Another group of climbers.

Cars are parked on both sides of the path. People come here to climb the mountain in an endless stream: some carry tents and prepare for accommodation; Some people carry heavy travel bags; Others are carrying two plastic bags. ...

There is a stone bridge across the stream at the foot of the mountain. Walking past the stone bridge is a pool. The water in the pool is clear enough to see the sand at the bottom of the pool; The water in the pool is really green, green as a flawless jade; The water in the swimming pool is sweet. Take a sip, and the sweetness will make you memorable. Pieces of bare stones "blocked" the path of the stream and let it wash away.

Entering the mountain is another scenery: dense bamboos stand by the stream; Grass and nameless wild flowers are smiling on the roadside; Green moss covers the rocks; Dense leaves block the dazzling sunshine and your sight. ...

Most people who come to climb the mountain are families of three. Carrying heavy luggage, they strode with heavy steps, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and struggled to climb up. After an hour, everyone was sweating and panting. I have no choice but to have a rest and climb again later.

The mountain road was trampled, a real dirt road. There is a thick layer of leaves on the steep narrow path, which creaks when you walk up. The wet soil is still a little slippery, and people can only support it with a strong wooden stick. The view was blocked because of the lush trees. So I can only climb with my head buried, and I can't see the top of the mountain.

Finally arrived at the tea garden, everyone cheered, because this is the only place where tourists can stay, eat and rest. We had lunch, had a rest, and then set off. But some tourists gave up halfway down the mountain!

On the way, we also met foreigners and Shanghainese. They came to Zhuji not far from Wan Li just to experience that kind of alternative life. They set up camping tents and ate their own food, so they had no fun.

Through the wet Chinese fir forest, I soon reached the foot of Taibai Peak. In front of us are endless reeds. White fluff floats like a rolling white wave. There are mountains in the distance, there is no forest overhead, and people are submerged in the reeds rolling in white waves.

I finally reached the top of the mountain, and a strong wind blew on me, which made me feel a little cold. At this time, a small white cloud floated in the sky. I looked at the sky and thought I could reach it. I stood on tiptoe, but I couldn't touch it. A bird's-eye view gives you the feeling that "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky." . After all, I conquered a mountain as high as 1 196 meters. I feel extremely proud.

The pleasure of climbing mountains is indescribable. Although you have paid a lot of sweat, the result must be a surprise.

We are all very happy to hear that we are going to climb the mountain in spring. We look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally we look forward to this day. In the morning, we meet at school. At about 7 o'clock, we got on the bus and started slowly. We laughed and guided all the way. ......

On the sixth day of lunar new year's eve, our family went to their hometown in the countryside to pay New Year's greetings to grandma. There are no children playing there, children in the country don't know each other, and there are no computers to play with. Just when I was bored, the stars and peas finally came. In addition, many relatives came to celebrate grandma's birthday that day, and many relatives' children or grandchildren also came.

In the afternoon, my sister took me, Xing Xing and Doudou to climb the mountain. I led them to the foot of the mountain. At that time, we didn't know the way up, so they decided to appoint me to explore. I led them to find a bumpy path. We climbed slowly along this path, and everyone followed me carefully. I don't know who said, "Is there a snake in this deep grass?" I said, "Snakes don't bite the leader, they only bite the middle. I woke the snake from hibernation, and when it reacted, I went over and only bit the people behind me. " I was so scared that the stars ran in front of me. Finally, halfway up the mountain, I saw all kinds of trees growing on the mountain: camphor tree, pine tree and fir tree ... The most gratifying thing is that we also found a green bamboo forest, which is still so green and lovely in the winter sun. The branches danced under the breeze, like a girl stretching her slender arms, and the bamboo leaves rustled, as if singing a low song. I have indeed heard a saying that "going up the mountain is easier than going down the mountain". Originally, I was the first, because the downhill slope was too steep, and I gradually fell behind, from the first to the last. I really don't understand how the stars come up so slowly and go down so fast. Unexpectedly, he found me behind and said, "Aren't you a good walker?" ? How did you get to the end? "I said," mind your own business and leave me alone. "In this way, we supported each other and walked down the hill step by step.

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I was already sweating like a pig. This is more tiring than climbing ten floors in the city! What a rare outdoor exercise!

In autumn, when Wu Tong travels into Shenzhen, the air is still filled with refreshing fragrance, and the scenery is still so pleasant. Be worked. On this day, a group of eight of us went to Wu Tong. We talked about climbing skills all the way. Some people say they want to go ... reading and writing. However, if we are not in that mood, we can't see anything. Even if we watch it, it won't have much impact. I've always wanted to go out to climb mountains at this time. "Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky." If I reach this state and feel ... in the morning, with the vibrant sunrise, I started my mountaineering trip. Climbing the mountain is really manual work, especially climbing Mentougou, which is undeveloped and maintains a pure natural appearance. There is no one on the mountain. ......

How many climbers, following the footsteps of their predecessors, linger in the red leaves in the mountains and fantasize about having a broad market, but in the end they lose themselves and ruin their future in the intricate red leaves forest and among tourists. However, there are also some climbers who put aside the hustle and bustle in front of the red leaf forest and stick to the peak of their faith.

In my opinion, the former only writes to live; And the latter, writing is really integrated into life. It is when writing is truly integrated into life that it conforms to the original intention of writing, is valuable and becomes the choice of climbers.

You know, the original intention of writing is not to cater to and go with the flow. The value of a work, different from the value of ordinary goods, lies in what it needs and what it provides, rather than satisfying the so-called market effect. The pioneers who cater to and follow the current consciousness not only promote the utilitarianism of writing purpose and the commercialization of writing results, but even make some novice climbers mistakenly think that production is creation, so that they may face unspeakable blows in their inner cultivation and thinking.

However, too many writers are eager to face all kinds of so-called success in the literary world. Here, Jing M.Guo and Han Han repeatedly topped the sales of youth literature, but a group of rising stars lost their original diverse and vivid creativity in imitation; There, Mo Yan just climbed to the top of the world literary world and won the Nobel Prize. Groups of writers were fascinated and busy in Mo Yan's training class. No matter what the pioneer is, such a rising star and Mo Yan training class can only be a farce in the red leaf forest. In fact, which is better, ice or fire, lies not in the number of appreciators, but in the fiery heart, but in its own meaning and connotation.

The original intention of writing is self-improvement. From this perspective, climbers only need to ask themselves and keep looking for the original intention of writing, and they can get real value satisfaction. It should be said that this is an ascetic test, its process is doomed to be difficult, and its posture is doomed to be lonely. Javier, imprisoned in the cold prison of Prague Spring, pondered in the silence of no one, and finally integrated his feelings and sadness about the ruin of his home country into the blood of drama creation; Hugo, who has been in exile for ten years, is alone in a dilapidated wooden house, but he can pour his criticism of the darkness of reality into lines of ink. The cultural accumulation and practical significance contained in Prison Letters and the critical spirit and romantic feelings contained in Punishment Collection all indicate that they have become the peak of such an era.

Such climbers made themselves and influenced every subsequent era.

It's just that sometimes, in the fog, it's hard for people to notice. But they are satisfied.

In the face of the original choice and all the efforts made for it, they should have no regrets emotionally.

Only in this way can I feel that the top of the mountain and the scenery are unique.