Cars in the winding mountain drive line, the heart has long been flying out the window, breathing the fresh air Shanlin Jian, the kind of mix of pine and blue sky grass breath belonging to the natural taste, odor, kept trained drizzle with the micro-Feng Fu had the cheek to see if the green hill and dale, as well as if under their feet residential areas, white walls and black tiles, and accompanied by a green like the emerald lake and a river flowing unimpeded ... ...
Huangshan, I come!
First Jiulong Pu, which was still far has been overwhelming to hear that voice, with Dragon, sandwiched Tigers, I do not know where came from, but feel the sound is always in your side, seem to rush off at any time you descend quickly to the . Walked along the road, the wind blowing the water droplets falling on his head, face, tree, Shun-down mountain streams, a show with a smile, play with, jump for joy with. High mountains and steep, gallops down the water Blanchir transparent, hit the rock on the waves rolled high-Shu Zhang, like waves, rallied together and deceitful, rallied together and singing! Great tide, do come to you, snow, visitors marveled rolled forward flying.
Too late to close the Zhang with the mouth, swallow it too late to wonder long, another waterfalls, but also suddenly appeared in front of ... ... a Jiulong Pu, has made me breath, drop in the ocean, has so I can not own, let me how to the face of Huangshan, the whole lot of natural ink Danqing? I was shocked with the beauty of it, moving forward, how dare enter it, and alerted it?
Huangshan is really into, and its towering door has been left far behind, can not help but feel a kind of strange the spread in the bottom of my heart. Filled with clouds, they are playing in the air or chased, and the occasional breeze blew, exposing towering hills and a blue sky Dai. Never see so much green: the verdant, grass green, vivid green, fruit green, light green ... ... but scattered in harmony intertwined. The city weary soul, in this green mountains in the cleansing, purification, fly!
Walking in the forest in a small way, occasionally there are squirrels, branches from one to another on the branches, attracted to the sound of whirling leaves, unknown wildflowers, swaying gracefully, Zhu Zhang fell on the road, white and blue slate, crisp rhythm echoed in the mountains.
Standing on top of the Heavenly Capital Peak, overlooking from a distance here, the main peak towering, was surrounded by many small peaks, like the new lotus in May, fresh, tender and beautiful, Tingtingyuli. Can be looked from here, rain and fog shrouded in four weeks, only a blur. Through the narrow overpass, readily threw a stone, but it is a long time not hear an echo. Feeling mist slowly climb from under their feet, filled in around me tightly wrapped in the middle, like Yao Chi's Fairy can not help but like a cloud away.
Huangshan, it seems a wordless poem, the only way into it, quietly listening to heart, to feel, to the aftertaste!
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