Travel story 600 words

Travel ~ then where is my destination? Is it the ethereal fairyland or the sinister secularity ... By the way, we don't have to care about the destination, just look at the scenery along the way and we can put aside all the joy and sadness of arriving at the destination. But can it really be like that? Can we really not care about the destination? Of course not. No matter what we go through on the way, we still have to get to the place where I have to go, and that place is called the "destination". The process of midway is of course important. You have seen countless beauties in your travel, and you are warmly sought after by others ... When you arrive at your destination, you find that your original destination is so worthless and easy to infringe on human nature. In this way, you were infected by it, and you became as ugly as it. So the people who pursue you will be as usual? No, they will only spit on you and belittle you ... How is it worth it? Although the process was so beautiful, it left a lasting stigma in the end. But we used to enjoy the scenery … I don't regret it … I watched the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery looked at me upstairs. Why don't we give up that worthless goal and just float all over the sky? Wherever you go, enjoy the scenery along the way. Sometimes praise, sometimes belittle; Sometimes happy, sometimes sad ... Isn't this more meaningful than a purposeful trip? Why don't we go nowhere, stand on the bridge and look at the people passing by, watching their joys and sorrows, and watching the world?But then there is no personal experience, no such deep memory. Those feelings will also be fleeting. Let me see. Let's continue to travel ... Never mind that damned destination; Occasionally stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, prepare for the difficulties you will encounter ... Say goodbye to that hateful destination, for yourself, for the wonderful, whatever. Let the damn destination go to hell! We just need the lovely scenery along the way ...

Every summer vacation, I will think of the unforgettable trip two years ago. Just after the summer vacation that year, my mother went to grandpa's house in the northeast, and only my father and I stayed at home. Dad said we should go somewhere to play, but we haven't made up our minds yet. Later, I remembered that a Jiangxi teenager and his father rode to Tibet on TV. I was so envious, so I put forward a bold idea-walking to Tianjin. Dad didn't agree at first, but I couldn't stand it. Dad finally agreed. So we started intense preparations: tents, damp-proof mats, clothes, food, drinks, flashlights, cameras, heatstroke prevention drugs and so on are all ready.

Early that morning, it was clear and sunny in Wan Li, so we set out from Yizhuang. My father and I walked quickly on the road with two backpacks, one small and one large. I still run from time to time, shouting and singing loudly. Dad asked me, "How do you feel?" I said excitedly, "Great." Unconsciously, two hours passed and we came to the "Maju Bridge". At this time, my stomach began to growl. We found a picking garden in front of us, so we decided to pick some fruits to add to my stomach. We walked into the picking garden. Wow, the scenery is so beautiful! An endless jujube forest is shady, and the dates on the tree are dotted like a big brocade with red dots on the green background. Looking at the baskets full of jujubes under the tree, my mouth is watering. After picking all afternoon, my stomach is full. In the evening, we celebrate the harvest with everyone. We have some fireworks and some kebabs. Some of the lit fireworks are like colorful flowers, some are still rolling on the ground, and some are flying high with whistles ... Eating fragrant kebabs and enjoying colorful fireworks, our fatigue of the day has vanished. This evening, my father and I spent it in a tent. Lying in the tent, the cool breeze blows gently, and it is lonely. Although I was a little scared, I soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, we got up and hurried on. After walking for a while, I was a little lost, so we asked an old man selling corn for directions, and he enthusiastically told us. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at "Jade Picking". The hospitable old farmer gave us a bunch of big and sweet grapes. It was delicious. Along the way, we were tired of walking, so we stopped to have a rest, replenish some energy and then move on. But after walking for a long time, my father and I were very tired. Our feet were blistered, and two red marks were exposed on our shoulders under the pressure of our backpacks. Our skin was also red and painful, and our steps gradually slowed down. Fortunately, we found a small river later. After washing our faces, we suddenly felt refreshed and walked to Langfang in one breath.

On the third day, we arrived in Tianjin. We visited Huasheng Temple, visited the park and ate Goubuli steamed stuffed bun.

This is my first hiking trip. This experience made me understand the joy and hardship of hiking, and also understood that persistence is the truth of victory. I will meet many interesting people and things on the trip, and I really want to do it again!