On the side of the winding Zuojiang River, there is a beautiful Bijia Mountain, which looks like a shelf for the ancients to put on a pen. I think: Beacon Hill may be named after it!

Last Saturday, my mother and I played this mountain. That morning, the sun was shining. My mother and I rode an electric car to the dock near Fuzhong. I saw a passenger ship waiting there. I got on the boat. After a while, the sound of the motor rang, the boat started, and slowly sailed to the other side. The stern left a wave of ripples, shimmering in the sunlight. The tall Bijiashan in the distance seems to be waving to us and welcomes us. There are mountains and rocks on both sides of the Zuojiang River. Some are like monkeys, some are like elephants, some are like turtles...

The ship quickly landed, got off the boat, crossed a Linyin Trail, and came to the foot of Beacon Hill. Going up the ladder, the green trees on both sides of the ladder are cloudy and green. Going up again is a rugged path. The roads are lined with thorns and look around. The various wildflowers on the mountain are also open. There are red flowers, purple flowers, yellow flowers, colorful and beautiful! There are so many medicinal herbs on the mountain that are not called names! A small bird swept through the air and made a "squeaky" cry. When the mountain is approaching, the mountain road is getting harder and harder to go. I looked back and found that Zuojiang was like a green ribbon around the Beacon Hill. A tall building, a house, a piece of land, patchwork, beautiful. I suddenly thought of a verse: "I don't know the true face of the pen, I am only in this mountain." After a break, I marched to the top of the mountain.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I had to hold the rock. It seemed that if I didn't pay attention, I would step on the air and fall off the cliff. On the top of the mountain, I found a flat rock and sat down, sitting quietly there to enjoy the beauty of the mountain. At this time, how comfortable my mood is. I think: If I don't insist on climbing to the top of the mountain, I can't appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

How much I love this beautiful Beacon Hill!

Third grade: Ye Wei