Fairy ridge ManBi

Had a little tired, between, say, landscape, SuXianLing when one is familiar with. Humble abode in the south, count the ways it is twenty years has enough to spare. Poor this life, how much twenty years? Ha ha, do not think of the words of the lyrics, how much love can come back again. This countless love, have a kind of will surely belongs to the head, and gladness, and looked up between silence, an inevitable mountains.
But, the most can't tell the just also is the low mountains, it slightly uplift the pregnant women's arms, the daily but after a long time not boarding the resort. Love? Seems like, not love light? But even some of the others not tolerate detractors despised. She had no other famous mountains to the towering spectacular, and no other famous mountains endless miles of vast grand. She is thin thin, even with a beautiful song ci to reveal it with small jasper; picture It even the lonesome, with a lonesome chang of gunfire to foil the lonely and melancholy osmanthus; It even common, ordinary to want to use with the bell of the ancient occasionally to smooth add faint ancient meaning and sigh.
Long time no up the hill, like this, can say is my lazy too, also can saying is my neglect them. It in my heart is clear is fuzzy, clear is I closed my eyes can also climbed to the top of the mountain, can I will stem attractions, as he sees them; Fuzzy is if you scrutinize each place, such as the water when heavy full figure in taoyuan when dry, such as the size of the monuments, mostly shape, color, for example JingXing view toward the incense is how to golden and so on details, I surely ye speechless. This is what is called a familiar stranger, "for example our parents relatives, defend, the day could not say whether too much.
The mountain in the face, and stand, from the daily piedmont messy markets in return, daily shopping crowds of people get after life, casual ignore its existence. Occasionally mention, is but a topic of related sites, or a figure in a hurry, and no special once fragments. Sometimes, even want to, which come of legend, which come of fishing village, which come of village, which come of red silk and Sue waiting. But it is always a exist, at least in the heart, in the dream of many people, like a flower, won't wither.
Impression, for the first time SuXianLing climb is the primary school is grade three, the school organization spring outing, then home still living in the city LuoGuJing region, and now the journey across a few, this only a few, at that time is far off. Want to have Eve was difficult to sleep at night, and quite a lot excitement and hope. The second day early, with the bread of the red scarf team gathered at the start, the teacher was very nervous, along the way, like driving a urged the mountains the sheep. At the SuXianLing a picture of the original picture, no doors, no lofty arched circle, no roads, no tickets, natural and no today to hear a few yuan licking your feeling. Don't think Stone is some, but do not is solemn, like the heavy now embedded in the earth, optional and loose floor slab. Bamboo dance, hill, a mountain of green jade, the pearl spring water, YunSheng fog around gurgling. But at that time the young to places of interest was no interest, bamboo, between the mountains, is "war" field, pick a few branches YingShanGong, running after a chase birds insect Ming, to the place of the quiet way not agent adventure, a down, he said goodbye to his childhood.
Remember one day, a friend called from the admiration. She said, live in conditions of the hill, is famous mountains, you too happy! I quite disagree, so the answer full of fun, happy become a habit, you will also feel happiness? She said, oh, be happy, don't lose not surrounded by grateful. I sneer, this mountain also can just flies away not to become? On reflection, it makes sense.
The southern town, long without XueYing. In became look forward to the flying after disaster. A tree waist fold, the fight scenes, SuXianLing overnight grief, a teenage girl was moaning white subduction her modesty myself JingYing ice edge, lost her sparkling beauty. Some day, I looked in the window, again and again, and she bare head, exposed the wounds of brown. Fortunately, the spring breeze and come, green and long, vaguely and the appearance of past. Now, stroll down, or face a midair, sun, silver-shiny temples, I could not help but think, some, we should cherish.