Has anyone thought of crossing the river? I am a good boatman. A little baby cloud stopped in the figure, and it was waiting.
Yes, I really want to. My body can't float, but my soul can be eager to try, but my toes are firmly on the ground, and I'm too afraid of heights to get up. Sigh at the sky, what a beautiful Tianhe! What a beautiful cloud boat, her eyes unconsciously locked on her son, who kept jumping and sliding on the soil with a wooden stick, letting the moist breath kiss his excitement; His skirt fluttered in the warm sunshine, so full that he sucked the soft green and carried out unparalleled photosynthesis. My son can't write poetry, but his behavior is intoxicated with the brilliant poems in spring, splashing ink in the mountains and rivers crazily, clamoring for the form of prose, stroking on the back of the green hills, playing in the veins of streams, embellishing among the tide insects in the mud, and gliding in the consternation of spring. ...
A son is a son. Give some sunshine, and it will be brilliant. If you give some green, it will sprout. Give some pen and ink and you'll get drunk. Not me and my wife.
My wife likes to walk all the time, and she is intoxicated with the pace when she walks. Like a firefly flying in the green grass, full of surging youth; Like a wandering cloud hovering at the end of the ridge, like sleeping or not sleeping; Like Li Bai's inspiration, awake in the winding path. Things and people outside are nothing. She walks selflessly, reaching perfection, and often our family goes out. At the same time, in less than ten minutes from the starting line, she can enjoy a large spring scenery and consume a large glass of sunshine. Her beautiful shadow floats to the other side of the mountain, and her skirt leans against the railing and ripples between the dams. His wife's footsteps are very fast.
I like silently counting the edges and corners of the stones on the road between my son and his wife, watching the ferocious mountains and chanting by the stream, completely ignoring my son's search for an exciting landing site in the charming water waves and his wife's waves. I have become a green post in the mountains and applied it to grass-roots branches.
The mountain road is winding and orderly, and the clouds open the way. We are as long as an earthworm, sometimes it can be shortened to one point, that is, we live on a stone, and sometimes we pull it into a long strip, with mountains and rivers holding each other's footsteps; Sometimes we disturb the regular walking, and a horizontal line lines the geese in the study sky.
Unconsciously, I entered the hinterland of the mountain. The sunshine here is softer, the grass leaves are intoxicated with dew, and the soil is soft, which constantly attracts my desire to enjoy. Stepping on one foot makes me feel very soft and comfortable, and stepping on another foot is not good, such as the sweetness of instant noodles. Stamp a foot, wow! Deep in it, the vamp immediately showed great dissatisfaction, muttering, why am I always injured, not the hat? It doesn't know that laughter in spring always looks for sentimental footprints, and it doesn't know that spring comes without a hat; It doesn't even know that it needs a deep kiss to step into the embrace of the earth. Where did you meet vampires? It only loves its beauty and spotless.
The mountainside is full of beautiful azaleas with blood, and the dripping blood seems a little sad. I couldn't bear to take it off, so I flashed my eyes and entered a new realm. There are new clusters of azaleas to draw poems and paintings, but I don't see how the Yellow River water moves out of the sky. However, we haven't been to the Yellow River, and I haven't seen the sound of cuckoo dripping blood is cold. The cluster here is beautiful, bloodless and golden alone. It doesn't like the red sound. It's too sad and lonely, which is not good for health. It is better to create a more worry-free, novel and comfortable look. As a result, a golden cuckoo came into being, as if it were an optimistic representative relegated by heaven. There was no need for happiness, just peace. Or perhaps the flowers on the yellow road have been expelled, and they don't need joy, just strangeness and sadness. In fact, Jin Dujuan has long wanted to get rid of those boring realms and find another beautiful place.
It is a unique landscape to wander leisurely in the red hills of Yuman Mountain here. Petite petals, one after another, dye a unique fragrance and spread gracefully; Plumes of golden stamens blurred the images of bees and butterflies and staged a season of romance; A dewdrop fell all over the sky, writing down Daiyu's painful face and sighing the language of A Dream of Red Mansions. This is a unique cuckoo, which comes to the distant horizon and flies here to decorate quietly. Aren't our family intoxicated? The footsteps stopped and the fragrance in the eyes approached. To appreciate their eyes, they made an exception.
Look, aren't they coming? Beautiful boutique. Do you mind choosing a flower? If you feel pain, please tell me, and I will gently touch you and comfort you.
As the sun went down, our shadows were pulled out of the mountain and returned to the road.
Conclusion: Beauty is nothing more than a mountain, nothing more than nature, and the most beautiful thing is a pure mind.