Forever poetry

In an instant, the melodious flute came from the mountains, faintly, like a beautiful poem floating from the mountains, drifting to the world, drifting into space, drifting into your heart - that is the eternal poem. I praise nature, and I lament the celebrities. China is a central and central country with five thousand years of culture, and many of them have many famous writers and writers who praised the poems. Therefore, those writers who praised the natural scenery are excited and moved to write one article after another, one after another, the poem - a poem that is always in the heart. I admire the mountain, I praise the water. The stalwart of the mountains, the integrity of the mountains, the layers of greenery of the mountains attract me all the time, looking at them, the mountains are green and dark. The clumps of green trees in the mountains point to the sky, and the stretched branches are long and short, and the thickness is intricate, which makes people have to be confused. Under the greenery, it is difficult to find the shape of the small flowers in the mountains. At this moment, they are revealing the fragrance in the most beautiful posture, so that the whole mountain is fragrant. It is very exciting. The large mountain ginseng is not the same, like a green ocean, and like a layer of thin waves chasing in the sea, jumping. The top of the mountain is towering in the clouds. Under the turbulence of the clouds, the skin of the mountain is looming, making people think. There is an impulse to pull out the clouds for a clearer and more enjoyable appreciation. The stream of the lake is so clear and clear. The fish roamed in groups, doing nothing to do, swinging their bodies, their eyes covered with their eyes, and they seemed to admire them. The plane of the water is as bright as a mirror, mapping the blue sky and white clouds as clear, and the unsuspecting people think that they are swimming in the blue sky with tens of thousands of miles! The fish seemed to fly on the wings and flew to the filigree white clouds to play, wandering, ecstatic. At this time, the leaves that flutter in the volley are lightly tapped to make the ripples. The fish cloud is like dancing, like a drunk. In an instant, the melodious flute came from the mountains, faintly, like a beautiful poem floating from the mountains, drifting to the world, drifting into space, drifting into your heart - that is the eternal poem.

Forever poetry

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