The Wild Goose in the mountains that I have never seen before, a large area of bare brown rock describing the sincerity and magnanimity. Some peaks, such as Zhanqi Kuankuan thick, some Xiu Xiu long as Yu-zhu, bold, Snob, it seems an odd one of the immortal bone-ching. Walking in the mountain road feel very good about ancient dense mountain forest, the mountainside of the fern grass, clear bottomed stream, a myriad of green straight Rong Jin cardiopulmonary and blood, extremely refreshing. Barefoot ford streams, immersed in Qingqing cool the water, the body of the pore reveals a comfortable, straight into the heart. Involved is a tiring climb, but with the sweat to flow out, there was reinforced concrete jungle out long boring-ness of the heart and gloomy atmosphere, and heart suddenly lighter.
Yandangshan Lingfeng night very well known, is a tourist must-visit team. 19:00 after the mountains is full of teams of visitors, looked shaken the Miss guides and curious tourists flashlight shining luminous wrist bracelet. Valley human voice that screams out, the tour guides were clamoring for a small speaker could not hear anything, mixed with the voice of the people to persuade their friends: "Shanghai's guest", "Yangzhou to the side over there." Vociferous voice broke meant to be a quiet summer night in the mountains Ik. We are also in the crowd surging along with guides from time to time to stop and looked up and heard her like this mountain peaks like what Nazuo what, and then kept around, do not let off Guzhuo become separated from a group of people. I thing that strikes you is they do not come out as the tourists to enjoy the beauty of nature, more like a country fair of the. So I ran away, a man walked in front of a little far away from one of these teams in order to feel that he settled down Lingfeng the night.
Give the first look at days, the lunar calendar 13, a Long Yuet hanging in the Peak, the surrounding mountains are dark look of. Miss guides described in Mochizuki's rhinoceros, Shenqingxiangyong couple peep at the old woman and the little shepherd boy, and so, in my eyes is not and will not exist, I just feel surrounded by a primitive solemn and quiet of the land, such as the Temple of the gods. 1 peaks was like a statue of a fairy, who stood there motionless, the dark shadow toward the valley, think about it, stood in the, in the Ching-hui, in the Long Yuet silent. For those of us broke into the quiet places, people, they are generous to remain silent, in the Dingfei against the background of the human voice, the even more quiet, and mysterious.
The solemn and quiet and the mountains echo the the excitement of the people. I have to head higher again Yang, suddenly there is a want to Shuidao in the mountains between the desire to really want to lie in the mountains so the arms and forget the surrounding crowd, forget who I was. Maybe I am the night, I was mountain spirits, I and peaks of the Heart form a contrast.
Author: aluo0802
