What touching things have you encountered during your journey?

What I remember vividly is when I traveled to Mount Emei, and that experience was unforgettable. When we climbed up, we saw an old man selling snow nails on the side of the road, because there was a large area of snow and ice on the road above, and we had to buy snow nails, so a few of our classmates went to the old man to ask how much snow nails cost, and he didn't have any questions about us, but asked in turn, are you students? After getting our affirmation, he said:

Hey, you students don't need money, I still have a few bottles of water here, I'll give them to you! "The old man said, we didn't study much in those days, we were all croppers, and I was really happy to see you young people so energetic. After saying this, the old man began to hand us the snow nails and drinks in his back basket, and we quickly refused, but the old man rushed up and grabbed me, which was a pair of crop hands, and I couldn't push it, and I didn't dare to push it.

We accepted the kindness of the old man, we took five snow nails, friends who have been to Mount Emei know that this kind of snow nails cost more than 10 yuan, five can be fifty or sixty yuan, and gave us a few bottles of water. We took it all, after we had put the snow spikes on. I quickly took out 100 yuan from my bag and gave it to the old man, and then a group of us ran away like a "run".

The old man kept calling us in the back. Thanks to this experience, the simplicity and kindness of the croppers are shocking.

I once went out to Chengde for a trip, in the summer, Chengde was like winter, I was wearing shorts, T-shirt, in the scenic spot, I wanted to die. The body shrunk into a ball, and a little girl saw that I was so cold, so she came over and grabbed me with her little hand and said, "Auntie, are you very cold, I'll warm you up."

Look at her again, in fact, she doesn't wear much, I'm wearing sneakers, she's still wearing sandals, in fact, she's colder than me, but she gave me spiritual warmth.

When in Dali, our two girls rented a motorcycle around Erhai to ride, because of the fun is more fun, forgot the time for a while, ready to return when it was almost six o'clock, who knew that the weather changed suddenly, suddenly began to blow strong winds, heavy rain, so our motorcycle crashed into a private car on the side of the road, when the SLR was also broken, crashed the rearview mirror of the private car, and left a few scratches. Just when we were in a panic, an old woman began to comfort us, and helped us contact the car owner, one by one to help us talk, and asked if they wanted to accompany us to the doctor, and finally the car owner did not ask us for compensation. When I think about it now, I still feel very moved, and the kindness I felt in a foreign place, especially when I was isolated and helpless, was especially strong.

I always advise myself to be kind, and I hope that everyone must be safe when they go out.

More than ten years ago, the high school I attended was about 30 miles away from my home, because there was no bus to reach it directly, and there was a section of the road that was not possible, and it took more than 2 hours to walk. Once, on Saturday, I had to go home, early in the morning, on the way, I didn't eat breakfast, when I walked halfway, my stomach hurt unbearably, my whole body kept breaking out in a cold sweat, after a lot of peasant families, I didn't dare to disturb others because of my introverted personality, and then when I walked to a farmhouse on a hillside, there was an old grandmother and grandfather sitting in it cooking lunch, the kind that was burned in an earthen stove, I staggered to the door, and forced myself to say: Grandma, hello, can you give me a cup of hot water?

My stomach hurts. At first, my grandmother thought that her granddaughter had returned, but she got up quickly, saw that I was pale, helped me to sit down, gave me hot water, and left me for lunch. When the food is served, the poor family is just a bowl of choy sum soup, and even the rice is eaten by everyone, and I feel very embarrassed.

But I was very moved.

I think everyone has more or less had the experience of traveling, some are traveling with family and friends, some are backpacking alone, no matter which way, in addition to the beautiful scenery that makes ** forget to return, you will also encounter some true love stories. Let's talk about a trip a few years ago, take a train to Guilin, Guangxi with friends, when the train travels half the way, an old couple came up, sitting opposite us, not after a while, the old lady is not very well, the old man has been taking care of it carefully, taking some fruit from the bag for a while, pouring water for a while, busy and happy, fortunately, the grandmother is not a big problem, it is estimated that the air is not good on the train, grandpa said, although they are old, but every year to take the grandmother out to play, said that while you can still walk, you won't have a chance to go out for a walk while you're still alive. I think that's true love.

In 2011, seven or eight colleagues went to Xichang to play together, but on the last day, all the pigeons were released, and the last buddy asked me if I was going? I said you go, I'll accompany you, he said then go, it's a pity not to go out to relax and relax on vacation. So we made an appointment to go to Xichang together, because there was no car we could only take the train to go, to Xichang to go to the small fishing village to eat and drink, and when we ate and drank well it was already very late, no car back to the hotel.

All of a sudden, we were dumbfounded, what should we do, we had no choice but to be cheeky and stop the car, but no one dumped you at all, and after waiting for half an hour, a van finally stopped, and a honest uncle opened the window and said something? We told my uncle about it and hoped that he could take us out, and he agreed, and sang to us along the way, feeling warm.

I am a motorcycle enthusiast, on weekends or holidays, only free, then I must be on the road. During the ride, the speed is not fast, but I think it is a pleasure to slowly enjoy the scenery along the way and observe various people and feelings. The most memorable time was on National Highway 202, at noon in the summer (I like to leave at noon because there are least cars on the road at this time), I was suffering from the scorching sun while enjoying the scenery on the roadside.

A small private car slowly caught up with me, rolled down the glass window, and a child popped up to look at me and said to his father: When I grow up, I want to ride a motorcycle. This is perhaps the highest reward for a motorcyclist!

In June last year, I rode the Sichuan-Tibet line. On the last day, over the Mira Mountain, it was snowing at the Mila Mountain Pass, and after staying in the Mira Pass to take pictures, a group of three people, one of the riders did not bring thick cold gloves, and the other was a young rider who gave her his own, and he endured the feeling of freezing pain for a while, and went down the Mira Mountain a little bit. Everyone who has ridden knows that in that situation, it would be nice to be able to protect himself, and it is really commendable that this fellow rider can give his winter gloves to another person. Admire!

I remember eating in a small restaurant when I went to Qingdao to play the year before last, and then I saw a man who took his mother to Qingdao to play, her mother was over 70 years old, deaf and dizzy, but the man still held her mother's hand tightly, he said that his mother had stayed in the village all her life, and had never been far away, and now he took his mother out for a walk when he had the conditions. During the meal, the man was eager to add food to his mother, and then his mother looked up at his son, his eyes were full of love, and I thought this scene was really warm.

I remember that it was the end of spring this year, it was already evening, but the sky was still good, and my colleagues got off the car to watch the scenery, and occasionally found a homestay in the mountains, maybe this is the meaning of travel, inadvertently met, long-lost moved.

I remember it was the summer vacation of my sophomore year of high school, and I was discussing a trip with a few classmates. We had intended for our parents to know from the start, but it soon became clear that they probably wouldn't agree. That's why we decided to keep it a secret from them.

It was a particularly difficult decision for me. My parents have always been very supportive of my actions, but they are a bit conservative about travel. They always wanted me to travel to a safe place, but this time the plan was in a remote town, which objectively could be a safety risk.

Once we had decided, we started planning. We decided to choose a weekend and go on a tour by train. Since we didn't have a car, we decided to join a tour.

Although we lose some freedom, joining the tour also has its advantages: we can communicate with other people more easily, and at the same time, we don't have to worry about transportation and accommodation.

We paid some high fees at the start of the tour, which made me very worried that my parents would find out about our plans. Therefore, before I left, I had to make an excuse that I was going to go to a nearby city with my classmates to find some books to read, so that I could easily get out of the house with my classmates without arousing any suspicion. When we arrived at the station, we boarded the train as planned.

We were excited, but also very worried that our parents would find out. We are very complicated inside, as if we are doing a forbidden thing.

We finally arrived at our tourist destination. It's beautiful there and there are a lot of interesting things. We stayed in an old inn and the wind of the town was relaxing and calming.

We wandered around the town, took pictures, ate local food, and even climbed a surrounding mountain. Although some things in the world weren't as perfect as we expected, we were all happy because we had done what we had planned.

However, our plan eventually went awry. We met a neighbor from our hometown in a small town who happened to be calling a nearby relative. We greeted him without hesitation, but paused.

I really, really hoped it was just a glasses assistant, but he quickly found out the truth. We panicked that day. We were worried that our secret had been exposed, and we were worried that our parents would get the news.

Even though we know that these dramatic imaginations may be completely wrong, we still feel nervous and worried, as if we are waiting for something at any moment.

We ended up returning home, and the experience I learned is still a memorable memory for me today. This trip not only made me deeply attracted by the crazy pursuit of youth, but also made me more aware of my own way of life and the value of life. Although this experience seemed like an adventurous and joyful experience at the time, it has now become part of my important growth journey and has helped me better understand my relationship with my family.

The first thing is that when I was traveling to Sichuan, I was very thirsty because I didn't bring water on the way, and then I saw a kind aunt who brought me a bottle of water, so I was very grateful to her. The second thing is that I once saw a little girl who fainted because she might be unwell, and then a lot of very kind people came to pick her up and take care of her.

I met a group of aunts and uncles who traveled together, they were very enthusiastic and cheerful, and I was deeply impressed; I also met a self-driving buddy, who was very tenacious and idealistic, and could endure hardships, which impressed me deeply.

Climb the mountain. Although his physical fitness was not good enough, and he also had high reactions during the whole process, resulting in dizziness and weak legs, he still succeeded in reaching the top in the end, which is unforgettable.

Once I was traveling alone and I heard a lot of people talking on the train, they were very friendly and told me a lot about their lives and their thoughts about the world. It was unforgettable for me.

When I went to travel to a friend's side, I played for about a week, and met a big brother in Shanghai, who was very good, he told me where there is fun in the local area, where there is good food, and also gave me a tour guide all the way, I feel very good, I still remember.

For the first time in her life, the eldest sister explained the various precautions for buying tickets and taking the train, and then embarked on the journey to Guilin. One night in Guilin, I wandered by the two rivers and four lakes, and when I was tired of walking, I stopped at a small pavilion nearby. It should be a street performer not far away, blowing Liang Zhu with Xiao, I sat on the shore with my feet soaked in the water, looking at the lights of the Sun and Moon Twin Towers opposite, and my feet came with a burst of coolness.

I couldn't help but feel confused, or a kind of inner shock, and suddenly felt that I had a kind of motivated goal, I wanted to become stronger, stronger, and surpass the roommate who provoked me. I've thought about it a lot, but I can't remember it now. Later, in my junior year of high school, I kept him looking up to me.

After going down the mountain from Shengli Daban in Xinjiang, I saw a small town and bought a few steamed buns. Later, when I arrived at a place where I was about to eat, I found that I couldn't eat it. I just felt stupid at the time.

Later, I met some self-driving buddies who gave me a naan to solve my urgent need, and later met a big brother who gave me a bag of milk. There are really a lot of good people in Xinjiang. When I was crossing the Tien Shan Mountains, I came across someone who asked me if I wanted water.

Some were handed to me directly.