Look at the mountains

When I was young, I often changed places to see the mountain in my hometown, because at that time I found that the mountains were different in different places, and the mountains looked different. I even watched the mountains at different times, and the scenery of the mountains was different. I fell in love with watching the mountains. As long as I have time, I must be watching the mountains. The beauty of the mountains is reflected in my eyes.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, a misty peak rises and there are dozens of small pinnacles around. Take a closer look, the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding the golden hoop, the little peaks are like the little monkeys who catch the ear. Hey, Sun Wukong is leading its children to kill Nantianmen. Under the white sky, the mountains are dark and irony, very solemn.

Looking at the mountains in the distance is very different from watching the mountains in the distance. The mountains in the distance are very tall in the distance, and the beauty in the distance becomes more meticulous. Every wrinkle in the mountain can be seen. There are several bird songs in the mountains from time to time, which is very beautiful.

The mountains in the morning are even more beautiful. The red sun rises and the peaks are blue. Then, the fog was gone, and the white tulle separated the mountains, leaving only the cyan peaks. It was like a fresh, dense and beautiful landscape painting. After a while, the fog was scattered again. The exposed rock wall and the top stone were reddish by the Xiaguang, gradually turning back to the true color, and the green trees and the green fields were against each other. .

At night, the mountain seems to have a few darker lines in the dark, giving people a feeling of being a sigh. Going a little, the lines of the mountains are clearer, and even the mountains look out. Going a little further, the mountain is like a shy girl, wrapping her face with yarn, not letting people see her true face.

I love watching the mountains, and now I still love watching the mountains. Hourly happy memories will never be forgotten.

Sixth grade: Xueba 2013