I'm madly, mountain forest, and since the childhood so persistent!
Hometown village, reposes in the western hinterland, like a DaShan feet-the sleeping baby, lie silently in the mountains ZhuFeng embrace, rivers, mountain in like a dancing around the village, leucorrhea, then a week to north cheerful to flow of sanmenxia, casually standing in every corner of the village, and DaShan ZhuFeng can glimpse. One of the most forceful, the most beautiful, head of the highest is the top of the DaShan. Climb to 2000 m on the south will arrive at the top of the mountain.
Every summer, ZhuFeng is put on the green military fatigues, and let the cool breeze kiss cloud around. Mountain climbing, a steady stream of, but the real DaShan could go to the highest peak, very few. Standing at the top, a broad mind up. To the North Pole overlooking the eye, I can see the lights of the nifty sanmenxia, cunning to blink. Heaven, earth, water, light reflected stars in photograph reflect, strewn at random have send; Intermittent heard from the east to the west the train that stretches of SOB; The roaring of the Yellow River, south to north, folding turn rampage on the east, and FeiXie.. To the south east overlooking; The mountains are in feet like green, fawn, their escape to jump.
I'm from the mountains, and men often submerged in LuHai of Lin's. Children, some male, female, on Saturday, then in groups and ran to forest, looking for the joy of childhood!!!!! Up the hill is not easy, and thorns no ready bushes, way to go. Clearly is flat on the grass, do not take care to go, they would be in the black hole, and the hidden friends find cane, find the steps, climb up the cliff, hand in hand, all the trouble to friends save up; Clearly partners a few steps, but feet apart, a long time may not join with vines. The most interesting is friends, sitting in the dense forests hidden day always clouding, enjoy the not by name trees, listen to the birds in the euphemistic song, eating buddies from all directions collected wild grapes, fructus schisandrae, mountain, garlic, small mountain yangyuchang sorbic ShanTao, pecan...... Heart never like so happy!!!!!
Some bigger, the partners finally to the summit, and his happiness no less than five cents reward. Parents Legend of the DaShan pointed, that there are a, build, based a fee, houses, and some brick is every sheep take two pieces, upon the flock went up. As for the wood to you on how, unknown. Style steady and a huge ring hanging inside clock, on Saturday evening, the bells will ring out, fangyuan forty miles can hear clearly. One day, white cloud curl up, and keep the temple monks, think oneself hsien, fairy to meet, then without thinking pounced on cliffs, the results can be imagined. We see is some broken brick CanBi, so we get together to the desire of his name write on the paper, put them in the empty bottle of drunk, buried in the temple nearby, and silent promise their future wish, hope the future out of the mountains, enjoy the wonderful world outside.
Suddenly, in the past few decades between the heart, often miss the forest, often want to board the mountain forest, looking for building that the joy of childhood, but affairs multifarious, lines, his didn't end to the kind of love, his of feelings of trees, always don't reduce, the "picking asters neath the eastern fence, carefree and see nanshan," the complacent mood, that kind of "to be, see the mountains bullying extremely small," pleasure, and always haunting, the relatives of devotion, that kind of love, the forest land of joy... 123, all sorts of emotions of trees intertwined, constantly, cut came mess, but until the heart eyebrows!
Whenever a country's famous mountains, whenever to huashan understanding stone black dragon hill, look up mount tai suspicions, the lotus feng, lushan mountain of fairy cave with the meaning of the retreat, will be reminded of the hometown forest, think of that kind of pain and happy, and happy growth of childhood mood, hence then strong go down!
Mountain forest like songs, like life!
Forest, my heart in of the forest!
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