Today though it was kind of cold, it was actually sunny. Therefore, I met my good friends and we decided to climb the Wutong Mountain.
It took us about one and a half hours to reach the destination. The way was tough, and one of my friends named Hua Kang looked pale in lips and green in face due to the bumpy and long journey. I was anxious that when he arrived at the destination, he would feel too sick to go on climbing the mountain. However, luckily, my anxiety was unnecessary. When we arrived, he was more than energetic and talked freely. We all felt a relief!
Wutong Mountain was the highest mountain in Shenzhen City, with an altitude of more than 1000 meters. It stands upright from the ground and soars into the sky. It is splendid like a giant wall that cuts the whole area into two. It is magnificent like a living dragon that stretches ten miles long. It is also vital like the origin of lives in which all plants are competing prosperously. It is like the mythic place in which everything is celebrating. I fully enjoyed the trip with my friends. All the way there were numerous tourists, which added greatly to the gleeful atmosphere. But the difficulty to reach the top was beyond any words. When we reached the mountainside, the wind became strong and icy. We all tightened our coats. But one of my friends named Xiaoman only wore a sleeveless coat. Though she felt a little cold, she could still endure and move on with us. We all greatly appreciated her great courage and perseverance.
The way to the top was really full of obstacles. But it is well known that when the way is short, there will be many visitors, but when the way is far and tough, there will be few. However, the most splendid and glorious scenery always lies in the toughest place that is hard to reach. Therefore, only those who have strong perseverance can do it. If you want to see thousands of miles away, you need to stand on a higher floor. If you want to avert the clouds and see farther, you need to stand on the highest top. Hence, we kept on moving until we reached the top of Small Wutong, overcame the Hero Slope and finally arrived at the peak of the Giant Wutong. When we looked down from the top, there was a vast ocean of clouds churning. We were as if living in the Heaven. The mist was scattered over the mountain by the wind. I could not help sighing about our smallness in the universe. Before long, as it got dark gradually, we had to walk down the mountain. I do not mean to re-depicted the joyfulness here again.
When I got back to my dormitory, it was already evening and the waning moon was hanging in the sky. Exhausted as I was, I still felt considerably thrilled. Therefore, I write this article to memorize this joyful trip.