Autumn, that simple happiness

The second time, several of our friends gathered in Shi Phoshan. During this special trip, I really felt the connotation of the Martyrs Cemetery - a true beauty in life.

On Sunday morning, we breathed a fresh air mixed with a few chills and came to the door with the words "Martyrs Cemetery" written on the threshold. Turn right and turn a corner, you can see that the wall is divided into left and right. In the section, the left side describes the introduction of the "Martyrs Cemetery", and on the right is a beautiful landscape painting - the faint sky blue pattern and the deep green around, so blue, so dazzling! Several white swan danced with red crowns, showing an elegance, a lightness, a confidence, and a joy.

Going west again, you entered the "Martyrs Cemetery". It was a quiet courtyard. The east side of the yard was a tomb of martyrs. Because it is not the Ching Ming Festival, the black door is locked. Through the gap pattern on the wall, you can see two tombs of majestic martyrs, one of them is the tomb of Zhang Yaonan Martyrs. Opposite is the tomb of many unknown heroes who sacrificed heroically. There is an army squad leader in the middle. There is a shade of green on the head. It is the color of life. How much blood will flow to the battlefield. How many great souls are buried here, how many helpless people gather here, tears blur all this.

With a respect, we left the Martyrs Cemetery and continued to walk westward. In a short while, we came to another entrance to the mountain. After several hesitations, some people finally proposed: "Go pick the jujube!" Happy rendering everything around. Then, the four people lined up in a team, hand in hand, immersed in the warmth, along the winding mountain road, step by step to the top of the mountain.

Once, we only looked to the top of the mountain and ignored too many beautiful scenery. Today, we step by step in the mountains, and the natural atmosphere lingers. Although it didn't rain, the air was still wet and the weather was cold. There is no spring and summer shackles, and occasionally one or two birds are heard from far away. The life of nature is wonderful, walking through the mountains and forests, and bursts of laughter break the silence of the mountains.

Not long after, I only heard the friend who led the way at the front cheering: "I saw the house on the top of the mountain." In the meantime, I seem to have returned to my childhood, that is a splendid, that innocent, so Missing. We ran over and found one, two... a large jujube tree in the west of the small house. Some branches hold small green balls, and some hold small red balls, as if a shy girl is graceful; some are red and green, as if singing a Beijing opera. These cute fruits are not willing to leave their homes - the twists and turns of the branches are not only hanging a mouth-watering small ball, but also a small sharp thorn. After a while, I heard the voice of the stabbed person crying and laughing. In the morning, she broke off a few branches with force and took it to the ground and slammed it to the ground. Some of the stubborn balls suddenly jumped all over the floor. I and the English son rushed to scream, and we laughed and we harvested half a bag. After we washed it with mineral water, we couldn't wait to taste it. The sour jujube chewed sweet in the mouth.

On the way down the mountain, we were filled with happy notes. We jumped, ran, laughed, brought back memories, and brought back sweet and sour harvest.

Oh, autumn, that simple happiness...

Third day: Blue leaves _ flying