My First Flight
Flying is a wonderful way to travel. I still remember my first flight. It was a fine day in July when summer holiday began. I took a flight in Beijing Airport. I got there early. After my bag was weighed, I began to get on the plane. The plane was very big, named Boeing 737. I sat down and fastened my seat belt. When the plane started to take off, I could see the ground running backwards. Then people and cars on the ground looked smaller and smaller. On the plane I saw a film and had a good meal. After about 2 hours' flight, the plane began to get lower. I got to Xi'an safely. I enjoyed my first flight.
During the flight, the plane flew very smoothly. It was like sitting at home. As the plane flew higher and higher, I saw cotton-like clouds spread out over the fields and houses. The plane spread its wings and flew like an eagle in the air. When the plane reached a high altitude, I saw a rainbow-like blue ribbon hanging in the clouds.
When the plane was about to land, I looked out of the window again. I saw the small road, the matchbox-like houses, and the toy-like moving cars. It was such a pleasant journey! Time passed very quickly.
Flying is not only a convenient way to travel but also a great experience. I look forward to my next flight.