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Prose, the call of the distant mountains

author:Old Mao believers
Prose, the call of the distant mountains

I have always loved the sea, looking at the sea, writing about the sea, dreaming about the sea. Now even write the call of the distant mountain?

There is no way, because the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau of life is full of mountains, Meili Snow Mountain, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Cangshan Mountain, West Mountain..., everywhere is a mountain.

The majesty of the mountain, the majesty of the mountain, the beauty of the mountain, the majesty of the mountain, the ten thousand ravines of the mountain, the beauty of the mountain...

Prose, the call of the distant mountains

Living in the mountains every day, nature and mountains have different emotions.

Picking up chicken fir in the mountains, digging bamboo shoots, chasing hares, picking maple leaves, there are always endless treasures waiting for you to pick, and there are countless hopes waiting for you to dig.

Often, I came to the bottom of the mountain alone, faced the empty mountain, screamed, startled the birds that flew a tree, and scared away the squirrels in the field.

More often, find a fallen tree stump, sit down, take out a paper pen, write a few lines of poems without rhyme, and recite it to the tree in front of you, without any concern whether the tree can understand it.

Loved the simplicity, tranquility and heroic aura of the mountains. The so-called "Analects" of the wise man Leshui and the benevolent Leshan, although they are not benevolent, are also benevolent and righteous people who love the mountains and have the joy of the benevolent.

When there is fog, the mountains are full of shadows

There are flowers when the mountains are in the middle of nowhere

Mountains when there are clouds, unpredictable

There are mountains when there is snow, and the powder makeup is jade

The mountain stands silently, watching the world cold and warm, the wind and clouds changing, not with the sea than beautiful, not with the sky blue. With the immortal body, the earth has edges and corners.

Love the sea, in the depths of memory

Love the mountain, may there be the call of the distant mountain every day

Prose, the call of the distant mountains

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