Look through the morning mist
Clouds and sky slide down the hanging ladder.
A breeze blew.
Lin Tao's surging blue sky
The bright red sun floated to the mountain.
Like a suspended red balloon.
The hanging ladder swayed in the sun.
That's a long slogan under the balloon.
Countless autumn leaves are dotted with spots.
Fly, flip and perch on a ladder
Made up the most brilliant. Words.
Walk into the stream
Looking up at the top of the cloud
Thin clouds
Fall slowly from the mountain
The colored ball of light leans against the edge of the ladder.
Red, orange, red and green are flashing and spinning.
The silver pheasant spread its wings gently in the forest.
Began a pleasant flight.
I was secretly surprised which fairy.
Opened the way to heaven for us.
Climb the ladder road
Follow a thousand rocks
Make a sudden noise.
It's still raining in Mao Mao.
I saw the Dengtian Waterfall hidden in the mountain stream.
Dozens of monkeys climbed the tree fork.
Aerial performance one-arm exercise
The little squirrel jumped on the vine.
A surprised smile
A clear song that is far away and near.
Flowers are like birds.
On the ladder, divines came down one by one.
two
Suddenly walk over a cliff
Suddenly walked down the stone.
Climb the ladder with both hands and feet
Flash out of the horizontal bar
Meet each other like soldiers and fight for the road
Just want to look back.
Suddenly, Cyclobalanopsis stood behind him.
Some are like giants at the waist.
Some are like a child shooting a double halberd.
Stop before and cut after.
Let me stand there smirking
Turn around and look up at the front.
Black and white pythons hang down from the air.
I recognized Teng Niyan's paintings in the mountains.
Two strands are still shaking.
Can't say a word.
Branches sticking out at an angle.
I don't know how many miscellaneous trees are entangled.
Those hardwoods were strangled.
Pull the bow backwards
Stand up straight or not.
Abdominal back can't bend
three
There is a tree.
Holding a green flag
Fluttering in the wind
How amazing
Standing on a boulder
How many trees are proud of their deep roots?
But it stepped on a big stone.
On the edge of the mountain stream
I didn't see the change of my feet.
Turn a stone
Walk for a hundred years.
A flock of birds scattered on the branch.
Flapping their wings from time to time
Breeze blowing
The treetops bent into green torches.
Oh, that's obviously
The stone carried the torch forward.
Someone is getting closer and closer on the plank road.
Isn't that following the torch?