Today is a special day, both Lantern Festival and Valentine's day, so the staff of Deyang evening news took the little reporters to climb the mountain.
First of all, we gathered at the Shanxi gate of the East Lake. We got dozens of newspapers from the staff. We shuttled through the crowd with the music. There were beautiful women dancing on the stage and aunt and uncle learning to dance under the stage. The scene was very lively. We were eager to distribute newspapers with the help of this venue. At this time, the music suddenly stopped, Leaders from different places came to the stage in turn and expressed their opinions with passion. When the leaders finished their speeches, a gun rang, and we walked up the mountain with the big army. My companions and I distributed newspapers all the way. Although some uncles and aunts thought it was very inconvenient to hold it in their hands, they enthusiastically accepted the newspapers we distributed.
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Finally, my companions and I went to the ancient stage. Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. One by one, they were very happy and jumped down the mountain.
After going down the mountain, we took a group photo to draw a complete end to the mountaineering activity. Happy mountaineering 250 words on a sunny weekend, my five-year-old brother and I came to Taibaiyan to climb the mountain.
At the foot of Taibaiyan, looking at the seemingly endless stone steps, my blood boiling heart suddenly cooled for half a section. How can I climb such a high mountain? But the younger brother held his chest and said without fear, 'what's the big deal? Look at me! " He walked up without looking back. How can I be a brother lose to my brother? Right behind him. Mountaineering begins!
On the mountainside of Taibaiyan, I was tired and sweating, but my brother didn't show any fatigue. I can't believe it was my five-year-old brother. I was greatly inspired by his unremitting spirit and continued to move forward to victory.
Looking at the whole Wanzhou city on Taibaiyan, I felt unspeakable joy. At this time, my brother wiped his sweat and said to me, 'how about, brother, tired, let's go down. I don't want to be dazzled by victory!' I didn't think it was my five-year-old brother who supported me to the end.
This mountaineering is not only happy, but also makes me understand a truth: as long as you work hard towards a goal, you will succeed! Happy mountaineering 250 words on a sunny weekend, my five-year-old brother and I came to Taibaiyan to climb the mountain.
At the foot of Taibaiyan, looking at the seemingly endless stone steps, my blood boiling heart suddenly cooled for half a section. How can I climb such a high mountain? But the younger brother held his chest and said without fear, 'what's the big deal? Look at me! " He walked up without looking back. How can I be a brother lose to my brother? Right behind him. Mountaineering begins!
On the mountainside of Taibaiyan, I was tired and sweating, but my brother didn't show any fatigue. I can't believe it was my five-year-old brother. I was greatly inspired by his unremitting spirit and continued to move forward to victory.
Looking at the whole Wanzhou city on Taibaiyan, I felt unspeakable joy. At this time, my brother wiped his sweat and said to me, 'how about, brother, tired, let's go down. I don't want to be dazzled by victory!' I didn't think it was my five-year-old brother who supported me to the end.
This mountaineering is not only happy, but also makes me understand a truth: as long as you work hard towards a goal, you will succeed! I often fantasize that there is a place where I can shout indulgently when I am depressed. There is no echo or interference. In any case, there is no echo in the city. Even if you stand in an empty square, the surrounding buildings will still reflect your sound waves.
During the summer vacation, I stayed at home all day because of my poor exam results. Mother, seeing me so depressed, suggested taking me out for a trip.
"Go to Emei Mountain. I went there when I was 18. It has unique scenery. Especially when there are clouds, you are like wandering in a fairyland." Looking at my mother's intoxicated look, I reluctantly agreed to go there for a swim.
The day we stayed, it happened that the sun was shining, and all the scenery lost its hazy beauty under the sun. There is nothing unique on the mountain except strange pines and rocks. Even streams and waterfalls have been dried up. We had to pray for a good view the next day.
But the next day is still disappointed with us. We had to change our original plan to see the sea of clouds to climb the highest peak. As the initial hope failed, we were not excited all the way. It seemed that we were very tired. I couldn't help but feel more and more unable to hold on, but the lost strength turned into a force, as if I was telling myself: I have lost a scenic spot, don't miss the second one. To stick to it, we must!
Sweat kept dripping down. In the temperature of more than ten degrees on the mountain, wearing a short sleeved T-shirt will be too hot. Breathing more and more urgent, footsteps more and more heavy, and the bag on my back is like a heavy burden. Many times, I don't want to continue, but when I look up, I vaguely see the peak. Not far, not far, I comfort myself, because I know that once I sit down, I will never want to stand up, nor will I have that upward momentum.
The stone ladder at the foot is getting steeper and steeper, and the interval between steps is getting larger and larger. I know: I am very close to the peak. Suddenly, a path appeared in front of me, which was bent close to the mountain wall. On the left was jagged rocks, and on the right was only a railing. Outside the railing was an invisible cliff, and the width of the path was only enough for one person to walk. It was dangerous to turn around. There is another shortcut, but it is used by people down the mountain. If there are few people, it can also be used to go up the mountain, which is convenient and safe.
I walked up the dangerous path without looking back. Although it is frightening, I think: since they have walked so many ways and suffered a lot of fatigue, why let a path make themselves miss the opportunity of training? I walked up carefully, looking only at the road under my feet, not at the destination. Finally, the top of the mountain appeared unexpectedly.
I stood on the highest stone on the top of the mountain and looked at the mountains around me. I suddenly had a feeling of 'meeting the top of the mountain and seeing the small mountains'. I seem to be the only thing between heaven and earth. Compared with the vast sky and the boundless earth, I am so small. When climbing, all kinds of emotions rushed into my heart, and I had an impulse to 'roar up to the sky'. " Ah -- 'I shouted to the distance without any echo. In an instant, the sound disappeared, as if it had fallen into a valley, or melted into white clouds. I am so relaxed, so presumptuous, everything has been left behind by me. I am just a person who enjoys this primitive beauty without carving. I just floated into the 'dream'.
Down the mountain, as soon as I fell back to reality, what I was still thinking about was that 'dream'. I hope it's true. Then my cry has taken away my troubles. At least when I want to vent in the future, I can know that I once had a piece of freedom. I often fantasize that there is a place where I can shout indulgently when I am depressed. There is no echo or interference. In any case, there is no echo in the city. Even if you stand in an empty square, the surrounding buildings will still reflect your sound waves.
During the summer vacation, I stayed at home all day because of my poor exam results. Mother, seeing me so depressed, suggested taking me out for a trip.
"Go to Emei Mountain. I went there when I was 18. It has unique scenery. Especially when there are clouds, you are like wandering in a fairyland." Looking at my mother's intoxicated look, I reluctantly agreed to go there for a swim.
The day we stayed, it happened that the sun was shining, and all the scenery lost its hazy beauty under the sun. There is nothing unique on the mountain except strange pines and rocks. Even streams and waterfalls have been dried up. We had to pray for a good view the next day.
But the next day is still disappointed with us. We had to change our original plan to see the sea of clouds to climb the highest peak. Because we were very excited, we didn't seem to lose hope all the way. I couldn't help but feel more and more unable to hold on, but the lost strength turned into a force, as if I was telling myself: I have lost a scenic spot, don't miss the second one. To stick to it, we must!
Sweat kept dripping down. In the temperature of more than ten degrees on the mountain, wearing a short sleeved T-shirt will be too hot. Breathing more and more urgent, footsteps more and more heavy, and the bag on my back is like a heavy burden. Many times, I don't want to continue, but when I look up, I vaguely see the peak. Not far, not far, I comfort myself, because I know that once I sit down, I will never want to stand up, nor will I have that upward momentum.
The stone ladder at the foot is getting steeper and steeper, and the interval between steps is getting larger and larger. I know: I am very close to the peak. Suddenly, a path appeared in front of me, which was bent close to the mountain wall. On the left was jagged rocks, and on the right was only a railing. Outside the railing was an invisible cliff, and the width of the path was only enough for one person to walk. It was dangerous to turn around. There is another shortcut, but it is used by people down the mountain. If there are few people, it can also be used to go up the mountain, which is convenient and safe.
I walked up the dangerous path without looking back. Although it is frightening, I think: since they have walked so many ways and suffered a lot of fatigue, why let a path make themselves miss the opportunity of training? I walked up carefully, looking only at the road under my feet, not at the destination. Finally, the top of the mountain appeared unexpectedly.
I stood on the highest stone on the top of the mountain and looked at the mountains around me. I suddenly had a feeling of 'meeting the top of the mountain and seeing the small mountains'. I seem to be the only thing between heaven and earth. Compared with the vast sky and the boundless earth, I am so small. When climbing, all kinds of emotions rushed into my heart, and I had an impulse to 'roar up to the sky'. " Ah -- 'I shouted to the distance without any echo. In an instant, the sound disappeared, as if it had fallen into a valley, or melted into white clouds. I am so relaxed, so presumptuous, everything has been left behind by me. I am just a person who enjoys this primitive beauty without carving. I just floated into the 'dream'.
Down the mountain, as soon as I fell back to reality, what I was still thinking about was that 'dream'. I hope it's true. Then my cry has taken away my troubles. At least when I want to vent in the future, I can know that I once had a piece of freedom. Remember a mountaineering 400 words today, the weather is sunny, thousands of miles of blue sky floating white clouds, we are all very happy, originally today