What will you do during the eight-day National Day holiday? Traveling or staying at home? Write a narrative essay on the topic "A Day on Vacation" to record a day in your vacation. Write a true feeling, no less than 600 words.

A day of vacation

The first and third classes of the junior high school are Ke Peiwei

Today is the first day of the holiday, I became a tour guide and took my good friend Miller out to play. There are many tourist attractions in Jiang Yuan, but most of them are crowded with people, and I am going to take him to a place where no one is there but it is worth seeing.

We walked along the Yangtze River, and the light rain stopped in the afternoon, and the fog began. Occasionally, you can see white birds, flapping their wings and approaching the water. The ferry on the river whistled, and the birds flew there, as if they were spirits blowing from the whistle, and were being summoned back by the sound of the whistle.

There was a table on the riverside, slumped helplessly on the rubble, and one corner was already rotting. A few small children passed by it with a kite string, and colorful kites loomed in the gloomy air. The kite in the clouds is far away from us, and the table that has been washed by the river for a long time is very close to us.

There is a train station near the ferry, which is out of service. Miller and I walked up to the empty platform, and through the closed glass window, we could see the waiting room with nothing but dust, and the green seats were silent for the time being. There was a not-so-noisy radio in the small square in front of the station, and the old people danced and we admired it from afar. They danced so well, as if they were in their youth and we were faltering.

Bypassing the mirror-like glass of the waiting room, we arrived on the platform. Grass grows in a mess as they climb the rails and sleepers that will never be used again. I heard that Mr. Zhu Ziqing had received oranges from his father here, so I checked it on my mobile phone, and that place was actually in Nanjing. How far is Jiangyuan from Nanjing? I didn't look it up.

I want to buy two oranges, one for Millet and one for myself. But there is no fruit shop near the station, and I heard from the old people that there used to be. Once crowded with people, all that remains are rusty railings and signboards. I saw a white mirror in front of the barbershop, but there was no light in the shop, let alone the owner and customers. The two of us stood in front of the mirror, seemingly a little confused. Which world is real? What's in the mirror or what's out of the mirror?

After walking for a while, I saw the railway and the tower. There is a rabbit doll on a gravel pile at the far end of the railway, and a faded hydrogen balloon hangs from the top of a tall tower. I don't know how long they've been here, I wonder if they're lonely. I wanted to lie down on the rails for a while, and Millet immediately pulled me up. I said that without a train, there would never be a train passing by. But he said that you can't lie on the tracks without a train.

He was right.

In the evening, we went to another spot by the river, again without many people. A small hill, climbed up to blow the river breeze farther away, but the fog did not disperse, and the opposite bank could not be seen. We found a strange inscription that read, "Think about it, you can't die." Check it with your mobile phone, it was Mr. Tao Xingzhi's question. He seems to have written such words in many places, because many people have committed suicide in places near the river. Mr. Tao was very sad, so he erected a monument here to admonish. Miller said that if someone could see the words written by his husband before he ended his life, maybe he really didn't want to die. Maybe without Mr. Tao's persuasion, a passer-by suddenly called out to him and asked him if he needed help, and he might stop.

I think so. We have to live well.

A day of vacation

The first and second classes of junior high school are Miller

On the second day of the holiday, my good friend Ke Ke took me to the memorial for the victims. Before I came to Jiangyuan, I had heard about the atrocities that took place decades ago. So I said to Koko, "You're a local, and you're going to take me to the Holocaust memorial." Koko said: "Don't call it a Holocaust memorial, it should be called a memorial for compatriots who died." My primary school Chinese teacher told me that we are not commemorating the inhumane massacre, but our compatriots who lost their lives in this disaster. ”

Before entering the memorial, I was a little scared, but I was going to visit. Koko grabbed me and said, "Be prepared. "I know Koko is scared too, and he's trying to be a little stronger and braver so that I'm not so scared.

Previously, I had only heard about the existence of massacres, and it was not until I saw the brutal atrocities of the invading Japanese army that I realized how cruel the reality was. The black-and-white photos are chilling, and it's hard to imagine that they are really what happened in history. Twisted smiles, blood-dripping knives, countless dead compatriots. There were a lot of people who came to visit, but I felt like I had fallen into an empty ice cave, surrounded by cold that could not melt. There was no sound, nothing could be seen clearly, all I could hear was the sound of water droplets, which rang at short intervals. Later I found its source, a machine that simulated underwater acoustics. It says that every drop of water means that a person is killed.

I leaned on Keko and walked out of the memorial. The sun was shining down and I was dizzy. I've been in the closed building for too long, and when I see the sun again, I feel miserable and illusory. It burned all over my body, but I still couldn't get rid of the chill.

We walked up to a wall and saw a long list, countless names. Staff told us that these names belonged to only a small fraction of the victims. More names are still being searched, and even after all these years, they are still trying to find the names of each victim.

I didn't dare to look at the list, for fear of seeing the same name as someone I knew, or even my own. If I had lived in that era, I would have become a name that would have been carved on the wall, or waiting to be carved on the wall.

After leaving the memorial we went to have dinner at a shopping mall not far away. There are a lot of restaurants, the lights are bright, I don't have much appetite, I feel like it's too close to the memorial. Ke Ke found a shop, the owner is from Taiwan Province, and asked us politely what we were eating. Seeing that we were eating slowly, I came to ask if we were not doing well. "The fish is a bit salty. I said, "We just came out of the memorial." He nodded and gave us a free fruit plate.

Before leaving, he bowed to us and said that next time the fish would not be so salty. I don't know if it's going to come later. But maybe I'll go to the memorial again.

History and reality are not always so rosy. We can only face it, we must face it.

The whole number three, we both huddled up at the small table and did our homework, because we had to go out again tomorrow. I finally finished writing the composition. After reading each other's compositions, they were very tired and lay in bed.

Ke Ke, what do you think is the most terrifying?

Don't you sleep yet, and ask this weird thing again.

I saw you didn't sleep before you asked.

If you ask, you can say it first.

I think it's someone staring at you and judging you anytime and anywhere. I don't know if you feel this way, I want to avoid the gaze of others. Everybody has a set of standards and wants to make you the way they want you to be, no matter what you think or do. If they had a knife, they might kill people wantonly, and if they didn't meet their standards, they wouldn't be the same life as themselves. They don't have knives now, but they're still terrible. If you don't follow their rules, you will have a good time, they will congratulate, but they will still stare at you. Once you're having a bad day, you can prove how right they are. They can do nothing else all day long, just waiting for you to have a bad time. Their fingers are ostensibly concerned about me and for my good, but in fact they are just fulfilling their own wishes and imaginations. Never focused on what I was like, only on whether I was what they wanted to be. The most frightening thing is that I gradually find that I change my behavior because of these gazes and comments, so as to avoid being judged. Even though I knew I might be pretending to be fooling around, I felt disgusting when I thought about it. I did what I didn't want to do. If I do too many of these things, will I end up with the kind of person I hate? Maybe it was a long time ago, but I learned to cater to adults from a very young age, and I knew how adults needed me to react, and I grew up exactly the way they wanted. So, who am I?

What are you...... In my eyes, you are tall and mighty, a master passer on the pitch and a man on the side. I said and laughed.

Fuck off. Believe it or not, I really kicked you down and hit the floor? He kicked me.

Have I ever made you hate? I asked.

It's okay, even if it's annoying, it's not that kind of annoyance. You're not bad, at least it doesn't make me uncomfortable to be together, it's kind of pleasant. Okay, it's your turn, say it quickly.

I think it's terrible to be powerless, to people, to things, to time. You may have tried your best, but in the end you are far from being able to fool yourself. For example, when my childhood passes, even if I reminisce again and again, I only get sadness, because the people who accompany me can no longer appear in my life. I can't change anything, and I'm not cruel enough to forget all the time that has passed.

Sometimes, I'm not even sure if the things in my impression are true, maybe my brain is broken. Why can't I remember things at such a young age? Every time I want to write and talk about something that comes to mind, I always feel that something is wrong, there is a problem everywhere, as if the past cannot be restored. Memories have a distance from reality, just like the shadow in the mirror and the person outside the mirror. The past is more complicated than memory. I can't go back to the past, and now I have nothing, but I have to live.

To make matters worse, I feel that my words and actions may affect others. Like you said, I'm going to make people do things they don't have to do, whether I want to or not. So I just asked you, did I make you nasty. I feel like I'm the kind of person you say is intrusive.

Others have changed because of me, and if they get better, it's fine, but more often than not, it's because I'm getting worse...... One of the reasons I don't want to go home is probably because I feel like I'm hurting my mom and dad and my sister at home. And I can't control myself...... I'm sorry, I joked the other day that what would happen if your parents took you away from Jiang Yuan. I'm good or bad. You must be angry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't want you to go, you're my best friend......

I won't leave, I won't leave. He said. We stayed together, together in junior high school and high school.

Hook.

Well, the hook hanging is not allowed to change for a hundred years. By the way, Ke Ke, I still remember the poem, "Sleep together and listen to the autumn rain, and the little people are cold." The two of us are lying on the same boat now, so don't wait in place, and finally "each of us will be cold". If you have anything to say, you can tell me and I'll listen.

Well. I'll listen to you, too.

Good night.

Good night.

Then we really heard the autumn rain. I was woken up by Miller's stepping, and he was so frightened by the sound of dripping water that he rolled over and jumped out of the bed. He jumped out of bed, without slippers, and turned on the light in a panic, so that I couldn't open my eyes for a long time.

It's flooded. It's okay that the door hasn't been opened, and the water under the crack in the door is just slowly pushing itself in. As soon as Millet opened, we witnessed the collapse of the levee, and the flood water waiting outside the door rushed into the door, and the mud like dead leaves and seaweed fragments was floating under our feet, and a few strands of hair were clearly visible, reminding me of a water strider lying on the water. It's really self-destructing the Great Wall.

Miller hurriedly closed the door like a ghost in the middle of the night, saying that the drain on the rooftop must be blocked. He shook his head and said to me, Ke Ke, wash your feet and go back to bed, I'll go and dredge it.

I definitely won't say yes. So the two-person rescue and disaster relief team was formed, we went back to put on slippers, he turned on the flashlight, I held an umbrella, and opened the door to meet the storm as if I were dead. On the vast sea, strong winds gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, we with umbrellas are like black lightning, proudly moving forward. However, practice proved that umbrellas were useless, and the rain instantly wet our pajamas from all directions. The water was up my ankle and could have flooded higher for Miller. Fortunately, I wasn't stupid enough to wear long pants, otherwise I would have to wash it again.

Miller said that he was going to the drain to find a toilet plug, and told me that the plug was specially used to unclog the rooftop sewer and had not been used anywhere else. But by the time we waded there, he had drifted to no idea which island he had drifted to, and perhaps Robinson had just caught it.

I had to go our separate ways to find it. It's nice to have a private pool on the 11th floor, but before Mile could speak, his feet slipped and he was planted in the water. He instinctively shook himself as he got up, trying to shake off the water like a puppy. He saw that I was laughing, and the more I laughed, the more arrogant I became, so he ran over and pushed me into the water, and I was deliberately pushed down by him. Soaking wet meant there was no fear, and no matter where the plug was or whether the rain was still falling, the two of us had a water fight in the community's only all-natural rooftop luxury open-air swimming pool. First they splashed water on each other, then they picked up their slippers and slapped them with water, and they attacked each other with splashes, and finally they smashed their slippers at each other, and wearing them was slippery than walking barefoot. We really became two little madmen, just jumping, running, stepping on the water and playing with each other, screaming and screaming, laughing like a nervous disorder, and we didn't want to care about anything other than to make each other more embarrassed, and the house was washed away by the water had nothing to do with us. Let the storm come harder, it's been a long time since I've been so mad with such brazenness, and I've almost forgotten how naughty I am. After thinking about it for a moment, Miller picked up the laundry basin next to the drying rack and poured a whole basin of water off my head. I grabbed him and scratched him with both hands, and he kicked and kicked him so hard that I was knocked down. We sat in the pool and watched the clouds thicken over the rooftop, and the dead leaves that had accumulated on the rooftop for days drifted past our stomachs as if nothing had happened. Looking at it, he turned his head abruptly and pulled my cheek hard, like pulling at his sticky rice cake.

The fierce war ended with the shouting downstairs. We obediently signed an armistice agreement that did not exist. Luckily it was outside, and the rooftop door was locked. When I get to school, I'm going to write an inspection again.

Hearing the gurgling sound in the drain, we knew that the water would recede little by little. The rain also stopped, and I don't know what time it was, and the moon behind the dark clouds showed its almost full face. After the lights of the city have been extinguished, the moonlight is exceptionally bright. We tread on the re-flowing water and walked aimlessly on the rooftops. I took two deep breaths, and the disappeared autumn rain still remained in the humid air, soaking into my lungs little by little as the night was quiet. The sleeping city is deep and long, as if the eternal wilderness is once again covered in the earth. In the cyan light, I saw that Miller was more alive than ever, so lovely from head to toe, that he never seemed to grow and grow old.

It's nice to live in this world. That's what I thought before I went in and mopped the floor with him.