Spring breeze encourages people to walk actively, and sunset glow is bright and beautiful.
New trees are shaded again, accompanied by frequent visits to green snails.
Climbing vines and pulling trees away from stone paths is not steep.
I have stopped at the top of the mountain, and warm days and spring have melted the bones.
Under the cliff, the two streams are in harmony, and a hundred years of ancient crossing calls for peach symbols.
Qingjiang River is far from Enshi, and Yidu is under Bidai River.
The blue rocks on the three banks are generally steep, and the green hills are lush, making it a Ma Pingchuan.
The water is quiet and steep, and the stone pillars on the cliff are solitary.
The river is full of pine shadows, which are swaying among the white sails.
Evergreen water surrounds the mountains, and the sails are far away from the water.
The ancient crossing slope is a bit slow, and there are several old tile houses in front of the cliff.
Feiling is deep in the dense forest, and scattered smoke rises from the ground stove.
I didn't see anyone walking, but I heard whispers in dialects.
Tiger feathers hover with smoke, turning into a breeze and shaking trees.
Blowing a dandelion, the other side of the cliff fell to the door.
However, it is more beautiful to see the mountain behind the cliff, which is where the man of God got married.
The rock is as steep as the bat's habitat, but the rock is too high for the ape to cry.
The Millennium bright moon shines, and the shadow of the ice wheel sleeps lightly on the jade rabbit.
The branches of the dense forest are thick and shady, and they have rested on Bi Yue.
Bracts are sparse, leaves are fragrant, and deer have rested.
There are many strange mountains in Zhong Ling, and there is no way to the fantastic work.
I want to walk with the sun and look back at Liu Bi again and again.
The next day, I visited Longshan, which is like the peak of the Black Dragon.
The leaves are green and the flowers are hidden in the path, and the vines and quinoa take me to knock on the blue rock.
The sound of sticks fills the valley, and it takes nine days to reach the river.
I can't appreciate the beauty of dragons, so when will I swim here?
Wait until Qingyunzhi is realized, and be a fairy in this mountain!
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Loneliness of trees
Inscription:
Every night when everyone is asleep, I feel lonely, so I sing here alone, and a gust of wind blows like there is a person next to me.
-Li Shuping "If I were a tree"
Everything is fragrant and dreamy.
The moon will also cover her face.
Standing alone in the dark.
This is the loneliness of a tree.
During the day, the sun covered me with gold gauze.
The wind tickled my branches.
Now the sun has returned to the home under the western hills.
The wind doesn't know whose dream to share.
During the day, bees and butterflies often haunt my ears.
Birds are singing on my shoulder.
Now they have all gone home.
Even moths will forget me.
During the day, Acacia extended a hand of friendship to me.
Mulan smiled with a strong fragrance.
Now they are all asleep.
Who felt their sweetness?
Who is singing sculls?
Whose laughter is so hearty?
Now everything is silent.
But I miss it in the dark
The insects are quiet and the wind stops.
Candles and tears are exhausted, and stars are destroyed.
The water is quiet and the mountains are quiet.
Waiting for the dawn in my sleep
Everything is fragrant and dreamy.
The moon will also cover her face.
Standing alone in the dark.
This is the loneliness of a tree.
Note: If I were a tree is a student's composition, and the inscription is a sentence in the student's composition. I have been writing this article in my dream for three years. Li Shuping, male, 1 1 years old, is from Tuanyuan Village, Qingping.