This route has gone five times, each time I felt were new. From the beginning of spring, the cold was also cold at first glance to Yangchun March of peach fragrance, from the tree late winter into early summer, yellow subtilis Yau green onions, followed by time walking away, feeling as the steps to fulfill, in this trekking walk among the a little bit of the enjoyment of nature, life, bring us joy and happiness. Out of many of the numerous buildings, close to the natural scenery, and vegetation, and mountain flowers with breathing, to make a blue sky to make is, the earth for a bed and dream of, in a dream the release of long-term accumulation of toil and anxieties, so that thinking in the days of wide air-ground Mustang Among whiz, or going to Heaven and Chosho, or the wind and the song, or echoes, or singing in antiphonal style.
Toyama was full of green shop, without leaving a little gap, mountain flowers everywhere exudes intoxicating fragrance, was imbued with four weeks, surrounded by bees and butterflies to the pedestrians. Gently hit about branches and white petals on the victorious pride shame to settle down again, Shenshouqujie, only 32 were arrested, most of the fall on the ground, so you have our sympathy and affection, apart from adding to slightest regret. Turn a thought into Enriching the soil into the soil, or that this is the best end-result of their petals, and so, in turn a little bit happy.
Hillside trails, one side is a dense jungle of the mountain sticks, one side is the steep slope close bottomless valley is narrow, only one single, unknown shrubs, tree branches surrounded each other, pulling, forming a bow of narrow Road, intermittent, sometimes the body in which quiet and cool, sometimes in single file out of arrogance on Shigemi. Eventually finding the line, or acute or slowly, looking back, the road has come out of a long and tortuous lines such as the rise and fall like waves. Behind the mountain, very close, it seems within reach, it is very far to be around here to be near to. Valley reservoirs, the sun reflects the beauty of Bai Liangliang in the quiet and sleep. Soon as the first team of the distant cries of acoustic sound absolutely can not wait for the distance there is a response, without rhythm there is no music theory, but heartily put hose shouted, pubic region of the gas, surging out, in this early summer afternoon, in the never never met only know each other's Yingyingchuochao existence, with each response call, with a smile. Mood of the more hearty back.
Early summer the sun is beginning to show her mighty, though it is after the rain, but still dazzling, burning, but fortunately some breeze blowing in from time to time, some a little respite. All of the green, have won the original tender and delicate, Le Zizi to enjoy the sun shines, a little bit of aging and together, lush.
Always thought that the mountain is in front of the top, struggling and on the balcony Dengfeng, distant peaks never been stopped, the temptation without a break. Sitting in the Peak, the wind silence, Relax, nice, but what is wanted, what do not want to. Enjoy breathing, afar, to close at fundus beautiful, football skies in mind, or the gods of the day is so, then you are at this time, it becomes all the gods worship, music Kazuya.
Hard down the mountain easily. Down the road, wide and steep. Should proceed with caution put on hold, too much horsepower is not enough, there is the danger of not brake car, take the daring, and Hill began to go the same speed, direction is different, hastily away to the behind. Just lie ahead, turn Bianjiang us throw away, on their own Happy go.
Walking in the mountains, scene is always beautiful, can not wait to enjoy after this point, there had been distant beckoning to you, such as one by one hill, silent makes you want to read a little bit.
Like this walk, with the body's fatigue for each of the small hill on the joy of success and the journey by those who do not carve the beauty, challenge yourself and nature, feel a kind of spiritual exile random and happy and busy taste outside the cozy life.
Author: fly_wind
