【9分口语】雅思口语素材大搜集 童年之旅游
- 2015年08月18日11:53 来源：小站教育作者：victor
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travel是雅思考试的一个基本话题，无论是口语还是写作中。someone say: There is a turning point that divides my life into life before travel and life with travel。 那么，你是否也曾有过如此体会：一次童年难忘的旅途，open your eyes and enrich your minds, and finally instil in you the wanderlust。
1. 日本之游
Sing O. took her first inspirational trip when she was 19. “I went to Japan with a Japanese school friend for three weeks. Coming from Australia, where culture isn’t exactly a strong point, I was introduced to Japan the same way a child is born,” she says. “Japan is…extremely old and extremely new, historical, and futuristic, [with] fascinating customs, trends, food, technology, beliefs, formalities, and personalities. It increased my thirst for culture beyond Japan.”
It was my first trip abroad, and from that moment forward I knew I would spend my life traveling,” she writes. In the course of exploring Nagoya,Kyoto, Osaka, and Tokyo, the group “went to festivals where we danced in the streets with dragons and drummers, visited temples and religious sites, and had many more adventures. Japan opened my eyes to a whole new world…I felt alive in a way I never had before.”
2.西欧之旅
Brittany G. was a high school senior when she embarked on a three-week trek through Western Europe. “This was my first big trip, so a success or failure could really determine whether I would want to travel again in the future,” she says. “The sights were, of course, amazing, but my favorite part of the trip was getting to wander through a city that was so different from my own.”
3.农场之旅
When I was about 11 my family spent a long weekend in May on a farm in mid-Devon. The sun shone every day and we did things we would never do in our normal everyday suburban lives – swimming in moorland rivers, playing with farm animals, collapsing into bed at nightfall and rising with the dawn. It taught me that a wonderful holiday is at least as much about what you do as it is about where you are.
While i was picking wild berries with my sister i accidentally damaged a wasp’s nest and was stung by at least two dozen of wasps. After long hospital stay i still remember great weather, beautiful scenery, fresh air…and huge swollen legs and arms with stretch marks : ) Unforgettable experience!
there was a moment — a single moment — in your childhood when you realized how big the world was and how little you knew about it. And from that day forward, you just knew you had to see more.
That moment probably happened on a trip. And that trip probably changed your life.
4.未知之旅
It was our annual summer vacation and we were driving through the South Dakota Badlands in our big family van. As an 11-year-old kid from the boring cornfields of middle America, I was amazed by the sharp beige and rust-colored mountains, and the way the sky changed from blue to purple to a dark, angry gray. Then the sky turned black and golf balls of ice began falling on us. This was my first experience with hail, and as I watched the heavens rain down larger and larger lumps of ice, I formed the opinion that it might actually be dangerous. It sounded like big monsters were punching in the roof of our van. A second later, the windshield shattered into thousands of white shards and I thought it was the end of the world.
When the storm passed, we drove carefully to our hotel, where we discovered that our reservation had been given away to someone else, and that, due to the annual Harley Davidson convention, every hotel room in a 100-mile radius was booked for the week. With hungry, scared kids waiting out in the damaged car, my parents had no choice but to take the concierge’s advice and seek shelter at a local Catholic school. I remember my dad tucking me into bed and the nuns turning out the lights.
In the darkness, I reflected on the day’s adventure: I was only 11, but I had survived a real hailstorm, experienced the true meaning of “badlands,” passed a dozen leather-clad biker gangs, and was now sleeping in a girl’s dormitory at a Catholic school. That was the moment I began to realize that unplanned travel was the best kind of travel — that the moments when everything goes wrong can be the most memorable moments of all.
5.单车与探险之旅
I was 8 years old on a Giant bike, pedaling on a narrow trail through the farmland along the Loire River in France – alone. Of course mine and ten other families were not far behind me, floating along in two houseboats, but I couldn’t see them. I imagined myself an intrepid explorer, discovering a secret world on my two-wheeled steed. The little rocks and roots crossing my path became mountains and evil snakes that I bravely charged over. I detoured from the path to help a farmer untangle the legs of a newborn calf, still caught inside his mother, and I suddenly transformed into a comic book hero – part cowgirl, part midwife. Even when pedaling with the group through villages on our search for the best crepes in France, I still had the power to move at my own pace, take detours and investigate curiosities along the way. The combination of a new place and a bicycle, mystery and freedom, resulted in such a thrill that I have been addicted ever since, exploring dozens of developed, as well as totally wild, places all over the world. And always, the first thing I do when I arrive, is get on a bike.
When I was nine years old, my mom took me to Peru to meet family for the first time. It was my first time meeting that side of the family, my first time every leaving the country or being on a plane, and my first time seeing real poverty. That trip stuck with me and is the reason I studied International Development in school and hope to return to South America one day.
6.非洲小女孩的美国纽约行
Something magic happened when a little eight year old girl gazed wide-eyed from a Manhattan hotel window. A gruelling thirty hour journey, jetlag and airsickness were suddenly forgotten. This was it! She was in “America”! Goosebumps rose on her arms as she took in the cacophonous, jam-packed street below.
Down on the street, the noise was even louder and everything was thrillingly unfamiliar. Pavements were no longer called ‘pavements’ – here they were sidewalks. Zebra crossings had become crosswalks, and helpful neon signs told everyone to WALK or DON’T WALK.
Cars appeared from all sorts of unexpected directions and she held her mother’s hand tightly. People walked so fast that she could imagine being swirled and twirled in their wakes. It was all so very different from her home at the bottom of Africa. She wished she had extra eyes and ears to take it all in.
Standing on a street corner outside a New York City diner, this little girl tasted peach frozen yoghurt – and adventure – for the first time. And she was hooked.
7.漫长的火车之旅
First trip out of Singapore was by an overnight train to Butterworth, Province Wellesly in the north of the Malayan Peninsula. I was 14 years old. The train pulled out of Tanjong Pagar station in Singapore at about 8 a.m. I was traveling with my father, brother and two sisters. We all travelled third class. The carriage only has wooden chairs and huge windows for ventilation. Our luggage were stuffed above our seats. We brought along some bread but it was finished even before the train crosed the causeway into Johor. My siblings and I were all so excited as this was the first holiday trip we ever had out of Singapore. I remember lunch were bought from hawkers running after the train at some of the intermediate stations. As the days wear on, the heat and humidity in the train began to affect us all and we were dozing off in a sitting position. Very uncomfortable. When night fell, the temperature in the train began to drop gradually to the point of being unbearably cold. We had no sweater with us. Then at midnight, the train stopped at a station, it was only then that we had something to eat and drink. The journey was really rough. It was not until 6 a.m. that the train finally reached our destination. This must be the most unforgettable journey all the children had. First time i saw endless rubber plantations on the way. Since then I had not taken the same train ride again. Almost 39 years ago to date. Of course this first journey changed my perception of the Malayan Peninsula. Definitely Unforgettable!
8.乡村自然之景
The first time I knew I had to see more of the world was the first time I visited my family in Bangor, Wales (UK). It would’ve been mid afternoon when my Grandfather took me and my brother and sister to walk the dogs. Coming from Manchester there’s little countryside, the contrast of going from a grey overcast with towering new architecture to walking down a dirt track with shades of green branching over you and stretching all around you was phenomenal.
I remember holding the lead to one of the dogs as it pulled me along. By now the dirt track was broken tarmac but I still couldn’t see the end of it, the trees that were originally on either side were now, on the left, replaced by a stone wall, coated in a mixture of moss and mud. As an 8 year old I couldn’t see over, instead I waited for cracks and gates that I could peer into the field through, there I could see a handful of sheep scattered, eating on the grass so carefree.
The weather was fresh, and crisp, the wind sent a smell so fresh, it seemed to separate and revive your senses. The sky wasn’t at all hidden, by now we were walking in between two stretches of fields, and the sky soared high above, blues and purples, with clouds trickling between shades of colours.
We reached the end of the road, facing a large gate my Grandfather took the lead off me before lifting me up to the second bar on the cold metal gate, there I climbed over and jumped off as did my brother and sister.
Here we snapped twigs and squelched in puddles of mud as we were soon surrounded by trees, everywhere we looked the shades of brown from the trees and the mud stood out more than the greens.
The sounds of breaking twigs and sticks composed with birds chirping and flying, wings, both up and down strokes, the odd rustle from leaves a few feet away and the sound of moving water from the stream approaching.
By now the sky had gotten darker with purples and a charcoal smudge overhead, the green had over come the brown in the woodland, wrapping itself around the trees and breaking through the mud.
We were at the back of my Grandparents house now where the smell of my Grandmothers cooking and the sound of clanking cutlery poured out of the back door.
I didn’t want to take my wellies off as I knew it’d be a long time before I got to put them on again, I didn’t want to wait that long.
精彩词汇句子
Wanderlust/travel bug a intrepid spirit
A Small Place With Big Allure soaking up the culture of living there
ancestral homeland village raw natural beauty
Travel back in time was smitten with/hooked by first inspirational trip
It brings back the child in me. It inspired in me a love of the outdoors and hiking in it
Unplanned travel was the best kind of travel.
She wished she had extra eyes and ears to take it all in.
It was a distinct turning point of my life before art and my life with art.
That trip stuck with me. I am a traveller, not a tourist.
Wanderlust was planted in my heart.
Despite our domesticity, Dad always made it known that those who travel together, stay together. Our family mantra was, “We’re travelers, not tourists.”
I want to instil in my kids that same sense of excitement to travel and to see the wonder and vastness of our incredible world.
The combination of a new place and a bicycle, mystery and freedom, resulted in such a thrill that I have been addicted ever since, exploring dozens of developed, as well as totally wild, places all over the world.
用一段精彩的对于travel的评论结束本文：Travel inspires. There is nothing like arriving at a landscape that is completely new. Where we are and where we go influences who we are and who we become, for every journey has a story. Travel doesn’t have to be expensive or involve exotic locales or thousands of miles. Small trips can have a big impact.
