When I was a child, Bailixia was a place where my classmates met during summer vacation. At that time, because of strict parental discipline and conservative family education, I never participated in these meaningful outdoor activities, not to mention the mountain to a pleasant place, but always knew that the scenery here is beautiful.
Today, as I wish, I have come here, no longer see the old hear of the backcountry, traffic jams, but see the wind through the forest, mountain flowers around the road, mountain road circle.
It was the heat, but the mountain wind at times leisurely, sometimes the wind rushing. Under the shade of trees, the wind swept, coolness glazed, comfortable, instantly relieved the heat; between the mountain roads, wind gusts, winds, winds, winds, winds, winds, winds, winds; In the sky, the white clouds line by line are connected to the mountains, the breeze slowly passing, like fog, gauze woven into bed weft, covering the earth; mountain shadows folded, the blue sky against the mountains, the clouds are sometimes blown away, sometimes gathered, phantom, like gauze; At dusk the sun shone and shone, golden over the trees, through the fingertips, the wind through the light and shadow, the dust rise and fall; the cabin on the edge of the cliff, dotted among the trees, the wind through the hall, snatched windows, opened the pages, awakened the lantern, and the stars in the sky to the shadow; Sitting on the wooden porch, the vision of mountains and ditches stacked, the sun and moonlight intersect, clumsy me, has not been clear whether sunset or sunrise.
Actually, this time close your eyes and listen to the wind, should also be a perfect choice! Genting Forest Resort satisfied me.
The wind here is like sobs, like flute, like waves, like pines, like eagles, like terns, like leaflets, like sand currents. I can't help thinking how good a wind should be, but it can be slow, busy, busy, many roads, free, whatever you want, all kinds of colors, each has its own wonderful.
If I were the wind, I would fly to the highest place, to see the beauty of the world; If I were the wind, I would fly to the bitterest place, to help the afflicted; If I were the wind, I would fly to the smoke-filled battlefield, to blow away the predators; If I were the wind, I would fly to the places where there is an epidemic, and blow out all the plagues; If I were the wind, I would fly away to the hot summer and bring coolness to people.
Suddenly, the wind rushes past, waking up to fall into the dust of thoughts. Oh, fleeing the city of their own, in fact, is to escape the heat, feel the gift of the wind.
Suddenly, a little smile, I have made a hero again intoxicated, is a dream!
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