Mountain wilderness

In the morning, a breeze wakes me up. The weather is so good, the mountains in the afternoon are unconsciously lining the sun with a soft voice calling me, can not resist the call of this natural sound, all the way to the wind, quietly into the long-lost forest.

The quiet and far-reaching township path took me all the way to the middle of the mountain. One of the exquisite ponds greets the mirror, reflecting the radiance of the sun and the crystal clear. When I was young, I always invited a few playmates to find a flat-shaped stone to float, and a piece of stone like a dragonfly, and a circle of ripples like a mirror, the silver bell-like Laughter intertwined with the sound of the falling water of the stone, forming a simple and beautiful country music, as the wind drifted in the mountains.

Going west, there are a few piles of small sand dunes. There are many unknown trees and tall trees growing on the sand dunes. From a distance, I heard a pair of birds and couples sing and sing each other, but the most eye-catching is the delicate flowers. - The flower is pure beige, small and exquisite, only the size of the fingernail, the flower is golden like a millet, but it is just like the size of an ant, but it is really a petite "Thumbnail". "The Thumbelinas" don't have the boring aroma of peony flowers. You have to get together and sniff your heart to taste the faint, silky musk. The tree is covered with leaves, the leaves are full of ovals, the leaves of the treetops are green and green, and the green leaves are green and green. It seems to inadvertently melt into the warm sunshine; the leaves of the branches are green. The green is deep, and the leaves are stacked one on top of the other, and they are layered together, which makes them look different, but they are seamless. When there is no wind, the dense green leaves are like white and innocent jade; the wind moves, the layers of green green set off the blue waves, like a stream flowing down the mountain, and the little "thumbnails" danced a chic dress. If the sun is spread over the river, the scales are layered. I enjoy swimming in this greenery stream, enjoying the soft touch of Ye, and I have swam through this green brook without knowing it. It is a clear mountain. The spring girl dances on the stone, the white dress is shining in the sun, and each of her dance steps has a unique and beautiful note, and the sound of the creaking is floating around me. Involved in the shallow spring water, a cool meaning spread from the soles of the feet, straight into the heart. The springs are surrounded by grass and grass, and occasionally the grass is scattered. The purple "smiley face" is unexpectedly discovered. The crafts created by nature are so beautifully - the flowers are only three or five centimeters high, leaning over the details, style Spiral-like, the upper and lower narrow curved petals are fascinating purple, and the innermost circle is inlaid with a small group of white milk. The petals grow with the spiral pattern, and the top of the flower blooms with a smile. . Hey, hurry! The beautiful butterfly girl is playing with the flower elves and savoring the sweetness they brew! Hey, how can you say that they are crafts? They all have life--the flowers and clusters of flowers are all smiling at me. It is so fascinating. I bowed down and kissed this moving smile and continued to move forward. But now, I can't help but stop the pace - "June flying snow." It is no more appropriate to use this word to describe the scene in front of you: the white snow is lingering with the wind and the tenderness of the wind, the taller dancing and graceful, dancing and moving, echoing the lazy clouds in the blue sky; the next It seems to be red and affectionate, whispering with flowers and plants, kissing the earth. A bunch of "snowflakes" also came to me: she gently rubbed my cheeks, and then turned around in the wind, and drifted into the distance, a tingling tingle made me laugh. It turns out that this "June Snowflake" is a blossoming dandelion!

I followed the dandelion all the way, and unconsciously, this small half-mountain plain came to an end. The other end of the small plain followed by endless farmland, or golden, or green, like a colorful ocean, alive. abundant. When I look back at the time, a colorful ink painting full of strong country feelings comes into view, and the infinite scenery is unobstructed. "A good year needs a gentleman's note, it is orange yellow orange when it is said." . It is a pity that people in the city can't experience it. What they see is nothing but artificially decorated with carved crafts. It lacks the most important truth and nature.

The wild scenery in the mountains, the natural beauty; the beauty of nature, returning to the truth.

Second day: Wang Zhengyu