Mountaineering composition 1000 words

Composition on mountain climbing 1000 words.

Dengcuiping Mountain

During the Spring Festival in the Year of the Tiger, my uncle and I climbed the Cuiping Mountain in Du 'an County, my hometown with great interest.

In the afternoon, the weather was a little warmer, and my uncle took us to the foot of Cuiping Mountain on a motorcycle. Looking up, Cuiping Mountain stands towering, giving people a feeling that Mount Tai is the top of the mountain. The stone steps are full of tourists, especially the children are climbing and playing, and some are flying kites, which tickles my heart. I can't wait to fly into her arms and see her face. My uncle has been shouting: "Qin Long, don't worry, don't worry, be careful to get lost."

Climbing the stone steps, we came to the revolutionary martyrs memorial tower. The Martyrs Memorial Tower stands towering, engraved with ten glittering Chinese characters "Revolutionary Martyrs are immortal". Surrounded by Zhou Songbai, the memorial tower is full of flowers and solemn. Behind the memorial tower, there is also a group of reliefs. The soldiers wore mighty uniforms of the Red Army, some waved bright five-star red flags, some fired angrily with guns, and some slashed at the enemy with broadswords. Looking at it, the relief seems to have brought me to the era of war. There are four graves above the relief, one of which is buried with our beloved relatives-Comrade Fang Sheng. He was the first secretary of Du 'an County and died in his thirties. He gave his young life for the people's liberation.

The mountain road twists and turns, surrounded by rugged rocks. After climbing for about 20 minutes, I climbed to the first pavilion. The pavilion is built on a mountain peak about 5 meters away from the plank road, and the two are connected by a small bridge. The bridge is built in the sky, and it's scary to walk on it. Entering the museum is even more thrilling, surrounded by cliffs, such as knives and axes! In the pavilion on the second floor, the mountain wind roared, like the sea calling, and like a horde fighting. The gazebo is like dancing on the tip of a needle! I can't help but marvel at the ingenuity and extraordinary courage of this skillful craftsman.

Although the spring is chilly, Cuiping Mountain is green, just like a green agate. Along the way, there are trees and flowers. There are lush banyan trees, dense bamboo bushes, unattainable tea trees and vines as dense as cobwebs. Halfway up the mountain, the terrain is slightly flat. Vines crisscross and grow wildly, and some are as thick as bowls. I grabbed a huge vine on the side of the road, swinging at will, feeling like a free-flying bird.

Climbing the narrow path, I broke out in a sweat and finally reached the top of the mountain. Suddenly, my eyes suddenly opened up. Du 'an County suddenly came into view: high-rise buildings were so dazzling that even my uncle's home could not be found. The streets are criss-crossed with traffic. Cars are as big as beetles, while people swim like tadpoles. Looking ahead, Chengjiang flows gracefully, looming, like a green belt floating into the distance. The fields that farmers' uncles have just plowed are golden, and the earth seems to be covered with golden clothes. The mountains are rolling in the distance, and the gray world is the same color, just like an abstract landscape painting.