Where are you from? Where to go? I stretched out my hand to retain your tenderness, but you slipped away quietly between my fingers without stopping for a moment.
I stood at the pass of Balang Mountain, listening to the sound of the wind blowing across the meadow, looking up at the charm of Siguniang Mountain opposite, and feeling infinite emotion in my heart.
You came from between the white sleeves of the fourth girl, and with just one wave, I was intoxicated. I heard the voice from the other side of the snow-capped mountains, calling: "Come on! Handsome boy, beautiful girl, this is the world of snow-capped mountains, meadows, water flows, and forests!"
I followed the wind I walked along the rugged mountain road, walked through the dense bushes, and heard the sound of "rustling". Those bare trees have awakened from the coldness of the melting snow mountains. On the dark brown trunks, you can see the sprouting and return of life. There are yellow-green leaves on the branches, which are working hard to sprout; the trunks are silent. The green moss is attached layer after layer, like thick fluff. They are witnesses of the wind, frost, rain and snow that this forest has experienced. Although the trees look short, the mountains have given them a long life, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years.
At this time, I heard the sound of "boom, boom" coming from the middle of the valley. ah! Those were rushing songs, and the wind brought them into my ears, so sweet and sweet. I followed the sound and saw the rushing water among the rocks and trees. I know where they come from. The sun warmed that holy mountain. It was moved and spread its pure and transparent tears to the valley. With infinite gratitude, it nourished every grass and every plant here along the way. tree.
Those turbulent water flows rapidly through the rocks and falls from a high place, forming a wide and pure white waterfall. The snow-white waterfall is like thousands of soft silver yarns, dancing. On the top of the cliff, it is like thousands of shining "pearls" colliding with each other. The pearls are splashing in all directions, the mist is rising, and the flying water pours into the pool. The water droplets are splashing in all directions, like clouds and fog, and it is difficult to tell which is water and which is. fog. Suddenly, I remembered Li Bai's poem "Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky."
At this time, I smelled the distant fragrance from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, and the wind brought the smell of orchid to my breath. The fragrance was faint at first, it seemed to be there but not there, it was elusive, but after a closer sniff, it was clearly cold and slightly sweet, flowing from the nose to the throat. My heart felt empty for a moment. A stream of clear spring slowly flows through my body. It seems that every cell is refreshed and every hair is smooth. I even feel like I am floating lightly...
Looking for the mountain and looking at it halfway, There are countless wild grasses and wild flowers growing on the mountainside. Thousands, no, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of flowers are growing in the grass, one after another, as far as the eye can see. This is the paradise of weeds, the cradle of flowers, and a beautiful fairy tale world.
This is the unique scenery inherent in the meadow. In June like this, it embraced me with its greenery and fragrance. I was fascinated by the colorful colors...
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I really want to turn into a horse or a cow, quietly guarding this picturesque meadow, and be with the flowers and plants in this meadow every day.
I walked slowly forward on the path covered with weeds, for fear of waking up the bundles of delicate bodies sleeping in the grass. A breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants. I took a deep breath, and the rich fragrance penetrated straight into my nose, spreading and infiltrating between my heart and lungs. At this moment, I seemed to hear their soft whispering. Perhaps it was the sound of my footsteps that slightly shook the land where they grew. On the purple, bright red, and golden flowers, crystal clear dewdrops swayed, shining like pearls.
The round water drops as clear as children’s eyes flashed at me with charming eyes in the sunlight. I leaned down to feel its coolness, but before I could get closer, the wind came and disturbed those charming eyes. They rolled back and forth among the grass leaves and flowers, and suddenly fell into the grass. Inside. I stood blankly among the flowers for a moment, feeling that they were like teardrops from others...
Standing quietly on the top of the mountain, looking down at the meadow at my feet, I marveled at this dreamlike scenery. , I put my hands together and prayed devoutly to heaven and earth: May the snow-capped mountains be generous, the grass evergreen, and the flowers always bloom!
The wind seems to have heard my voice, caressing my infinite yearning soul...
Standing on the pass of Balang Mountain, overlooking the snow-capped mountains of Siguniang Mountain. The grand scene stood quietly before my eyes, solemn and holy.
She is separated from me by several mountains, but I can really feel her warmth. I really want to reach out and grab a cloud, twist it into a rose, and sincerely confess my love to her. The emotion of love.
She sent the wind from the snow-capped mountains, along with the sounds of alpine meadows, canyon streams, and blooming flowers, into my ears and deep into my heart...
At this moment, all I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat, and everything in the world is completely silent...