Can anyone tell me what the text "Visiting Friends in the Mountains" mainly talks about?

It mainly talks about the author walking into the mountains and forests in a good mood, visiting his "friends" in the mountains, and exchanging feelings with his "friends", creating a picturesque world and expressing his love for the world. Love of nature.

"Visiting Friends in the Mountains" is a novel, imaginative and curious prose. In the article, the author makes friends with flowers, trees, birds, rocks, and mountains and rivers in nature. What a wonderful situation this is! From this imagination, we can truly feel the kind of "confidant" and experience the joy and happiness that comes from the harmonious coexistence of man and nature.

"Visiting Friends in the Mountains" is a masterpiece published by the famous essayist Mr. Li Hanrong in the 6th issue of "Prose" monthly magazine in 1995. This prose is short and concise. It records the author's one-day trip to the mountains and forests alone. Because of his emotional eyes, the scenery he saw has many novel colors.

This article was approved by the National Primary and Secondary School Textbook Approval Committee in 2001 and was selected into the compulsory education curriculum standard experimental textbook junior high school Chinese textbook published by the People's Education Press (and later included in the national general textbook for sixth-grade Chinese in 2007 The first lesson in the previous volume is "Visiting Friends in the Mountains").

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Original text of "Visiting Friends in the Mountains":

The first lesson of Chinese Language Book 6 of the People's Education Press: "Visiting Friends in the Mountains":

When I walked out of the door, I was greeted by the breeze, which contained the scent of dew and gardenia. Morning, so refreshing!

I didn’t take a car, didn’t invite playmates, and didn’t bring any gifts. I just walked on a quiet path with a good mood and went to visit my friends alone.

That ancient bridge is the first old friend I want to visit. Ah, Lao Qiao, you are like a respectable old man who has been standing on this stream for hundreds of years, right? How many men and horses did you cross to the other side? The rolling river flowed into the distance. You bent over and stared at the figures, fish, and moon in the water. Years go by, the waves fade, the bubbles gather and disperse, but you remain the same.

When I walked into the woods, the birds called my name, and the dewdrops exchanged glances with me. Every tree is my confidant, they bring boundless green to my face, and every tree is looking at me. I leaned against a tree, quietly, as if I was also a tree. The roots growing out from under my feet dug deeply into the soil and rock formations.

The hair grows into the crown of the tree, the arms become branches, and the blood becomes the sap of the tree, spinning and flowing in the annual rings. Of all the people in this mountain, who is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: Hello, cool mountain spring! You hold up a bright mirror, do you want me to dress up again? Hello, gurgling stream! You are reciting little poems, are you inviting me to sing with you?

Hello, flying waterfall! Your natural golden voice and powerful tenor are so powerful. Hello, steep cliffs! The deep canyon sets off your tall body, and your high forehead seems to be full of wisdom. Hello, Youyou Baiyun! Your white figure fills the sky with tranquility and makes it bluer. Hey, naughty skylark, what are you talking about?

I guess what you talk about most is the beautiful scenery you see during the flight. Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hands, I smelled the fragrance of nature; picking up a fallen leaf and counting its delicate textures, I saw the mystery of life contained in it. On their way to the soil, I joined them. A short but meaningful ceremony.

Picking up a stone and tapping it gently, I heard the sound of ancient volcanic eruptions and the rumbling echo of time. Suddenly, the thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds. It was raining all over the world, and the rocks above my head were like giant umbrellas held up for me. The place where I stood became a good place to watch the rain. Who can say that this is not a blessing from heaven and earth?

The rain stopped. There were several barks of dogs in the valley, and a flock of returning birds flew over Yunling. It's time for me to go home. I waved gently and said goodbye to my friends in the mountains, bringing back full of good moods, good memories, and the moonlight along the way.

Reference material: Baidu Encyclopedia - "Visiting Friends in the Mountains"