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It is strange to stand here and see that the mountains have changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen on the plain or in the middle of the mountains. They have become very stacked and disorderly, majestic and strange. Look up

No more than the spring rain after bathing castle peak more charming, the whole hillside, is the thick green, did not come to disperse the fog like quietly elegant silk, continuously wrapped in its waist, the sun put each leaf on the raindrop, became colorful pearl.

It is strange to stand here and see that the mountains have changed. Their shapes are quite different from those seen on the plain or in the middle of the mountains. They have become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. When you look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also a mountain.

When I was immersed in the green and red spots alone, there is a more let me feel novel grass, it is the grass can grow lanterns. The lantern hung from the grass, turning from green to red, covered with a thin film. Tangerine membrane is like a lantern cover, peel off the outer membrane inside hanging a lamp, it is also tangerine. One day, I picked a lot, that is red lanterns, hanging on the grass in the wind waiting to blow broken, it is better to save. It hung a blaze of red, warm.