Talking about the beauty of this mountain

At noon, the golden light of the sun shines on the earth, and the mountain seems to feel a little hot. Let the trees cover it and make it feel cool. The sun is actually kind and wants to make the mountain more brilliant, beautiful and brilliant. Look, it's not, as it wishes, the mountain has become more beautiful. It becomes greener and more dazzling.

Looking from the distant Panshan Highway, there is a land without flowers and plants on the top of the mountain, just like a kind Maitreya, lying across the mountains. According to grandma and uncle, it's a proud land./kloc-There have been no plants for more than 0/00 years, because there are several fairies living there, and everyone who has been there will get help from them.

3. One mountain bag after another comes one after another, which deeply contains the characteristics of Guizhou's mountains-continuous and endless. Mountains covered with large green areas have sprung up one after another. In the field of vision, they are getting higher and higher, farther and farther, and gradually shrouded in clouds, leaving me with only infinite reverie and yearning.

Autumn is coming, even nature is slowing down, and the mountains are slowly turning red and yellow. The red leaves of maple trees slowly fell to the ground. There are yellow grass and red leaves on the ground, covered with a yellow-red carpet. Really beautiful! In Garden C, the fragrance of apples, pears and oranges ... The fragrance of fruits filled the whole orchard, which was intoxicating.

5. Climb the White Goose Ridge, but it feels too cold at the height. The cool mountain breeze, the overwhelming breeze and the horn of the wind are singing softly in the pine forest. Rain-like fog, misty rain, walking, like the wind, wet cheeks and clothes. Hurriedly put on the transparent raincoat prepared at the foot of the mountain, and found that the rugged mountain road was full of colorful transparent images.

6. Looking up at the rooftop, there are clouds on the peak, and the mountain road twists and turns like a ribbon falling from the clouds. Tourists are like little white dots scattered on the ribbon, moving up slowly.