Forget the ravine where the smoke curls

I was born in the valley, long in the valley, and later had the privilege of studying away from the village of the heart of the city a few years, witnessed the mountains outside the neon blink and experience the hustle and bustle of the mountain and warm outside.

As the valley of the children, I desire that once seemed like a busy city life for the city has also been impressed by the bustling and convenient, and even dream that one day have to live in that bustling city. But then, I would go back to the students I accidentally raised my valley.

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some Biequ, could not understand all the ravine. Tortuous mountain road always feel more difficult, if the total can not get to the end, turned over a hill or a mountain; always feel that people more and more rustic mountain valley, farming weeding all day long, guests will always dry beans stew meat, something new at all.

Slowly, over time, I find myself tired already released into the atmosphere without a trace. Instead, I have been noticing the plants and trees fell in love with the mountain valley, this is definitely a heartfelt, sincere love, without any false, like a pair of quarreling lovers after a long-awaited reunion as they become a bit gluey.

The feeling is no longer a winding mountain road difficult, but a yearning, always like in your free time to explore along the rugged mountain and taste, with no feeling tired, covered in green and are full of vitality. If in that early summer rain, lush plants along the mountain roads washed clean by rain, the sun revealed in the incomparable green, grazing flocks of birds play in the forest, enjoy the chase and cried, trying demonstrate their superior talent, flowers suddenly feel in my heart.

Mountain streams can be seen everywhere, from the cliff down on the Pentium, a long-white waterfall will be totally natural form, although not as atmospheric Huangguoshu, but she's beautiful, but not less. Standing in front of the waves swept to mist, like a beautiful girl with her slender fingers stroked my face, very nourishing food for thought.

The river is always the crystal clear water, underwater stones shining in the sun emit colored light. Shoals of fish in the water swimming cheerful, if you standing barefoot, quiet stay a few minutes, they will slowly swam near you, gently kiss your ankle, as if to and You lingering.

The mountains I feel people are no longer the old-fashioned, feel is the most honest people and good hospitality. Whether you are a visitor from afar or near relatives and friends, as long as you came home, people will Ziyang enriched tea steep a thick, hearty peasant dishes to make, move out of the Baogu aromatic wine, some rhetoric to you for your kind difficult but ultimately you Buzuibugui.

Now I always walk in the mountains, very thick smoke curls distant farmhouse, a great atmosphere in the customs of the valley, everything is kind of nostalgia. Sometimes I really want to ride in the stream in a bamboo hut, free to read poems fishing so that they are in that "Taihen on the grass green color into the shade," the place to experience "no string and wind of chaos ears, no The labor-shaped case of Du "life, but unfortunately things stack, I am afraid will never shake off the mundane world of earthly troubles.