We sang songs all the way, and finally arrived in Wulong Mountain Scenic Resort. The excitement urged us to climb without rest. Although the mountain road was rugged, it didn't seem lonely. The grass on the roadside poked its head playfully, as if welcoming us eagerly. They hold their heads high and look green and strong, which reminds me of the wonderful sentence "wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind". One after another, the smiling faces of winter jasmine flowers on the roadside are charming. I don't know why, it may be that its floral fragrance is too fragrant, so several flowers next to it are also competing to open, so the piece of floral fragrance has attracted countless bees, which makes me unable to help singing the classic poem "A hundred flowers are picked into honey white, and it is hard for whom to be sweet".
It's almost the top of the mountain. Suddenly, a bush on the roadside caught my eye, and the willow branches hung down one after another. Accompanied by the wind, they gently shook their graceful posture, which made me think of He Zhizhang's "Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down." I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " We finally climbed to the top of the mountain, looked around and found the fiery red sun smiling at me. Now those low hills seem to be sleeping at my feet, and I finally understand the feeling of "once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.".
The sun went down soon, and we wore its last rays and went down.