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You towel mountain


Today, my sky and the sky, my sister and I went to climb the mountain.
When I came to the foot of the mountain, I curiously asked my sister: "Why is this mountain called 'Take Mountain'?" The older sister said slowly: "There was a wonderful legend. There was a private god who lived here. One day he came. At the top of the mountain, I took out my spare towel and was preparing to wash it. Suddenly the sky was clouded, and Tota Li Tianwang appeared, and ordered to return to Tianting. Daxian had to throw the towel and wandered back. The towel was thrown in the mountain. Next, slowly turned into a mountain. The two mountains are close together. For a long time, a mountain is synthesized. It is called the towel mountain!"
I climbed to the middle of the mountain with panting. Thousands of trees have been planted there. There are several kinds of trees such as willow, poplar, and pine, all of which have a certain interval. Like playing games, holding hands, never separating. Thanks to the wildflowers on the ground, the grass was replaced with a yellow coat, waiting for the arrival of the Snow Maiden, the scenery is pleasant. Far away, the mountains are surrounded by a group of guards who guard the Towel Mountain silently. I couldn't see the tower on the mountain and I remembered a poem: "I don't know the true face of this mountain, I am only in this mountain."
So, we continued to climb up, step by step, and came to the top of the mountain. I saw the Shandong Tower and the West Tower face to face, the two towers were fat and thin. They are like patrons. They have been built and guarded by the two towers. I looked up at the sky, the clouds were in a variety of poses, some like the mighty stone lions in front of the temple, some like the thousand-year-old turtle lying on the beach leisurely; some like an imposing cheetah. The blue sky, the white clouds, the bright sun shone on me warmly. In front of me, it’s really beautiful! I can't help but say: "To know the true colors of this mountain, climb to the top of the mountain and squat!" The sister smiled and said: "Today, there is another little poetry!"
The original world is not lacking in beauty, but it lacks the eyes to discover beauty. Tataolin is on the Towel Hill, and humanities and historical sites abound. It is a landscape painting hanging in the ancient city of Linhai!

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