Zhelimu Three-Topic Chinese Writers Association Director | Zala Gahu < is > walk into Daqinggou I walk into Daqinggou. It is full of green leaves. The many colorful leaves seemed to contain tears

Three questions from Jerimu

|, director of the China Writers Association Zara Gahu

<正> Walking into Daqinggou I walked into Daqinggou. It is full of green leaves. The many colorful leaves seemed to be smiling with tears. I walked into Daqinggou. Full of bosom is the aroma. The red glow, purple qi, and the white mist clustered by the clouds seemed to be out of sight under their feet, confusing and seemingly nothing. I walked into Daqinggou. The shadows of the trees overhead, the feet lying across the old trees, as if they had come to a cave that no one had ever set foot in. I looked up in amazement: nun-like birch forest, lama-like terracotta pine, tender willow forest and strong poplar obscuring the bright light. Birds seem to be hiding behind the woods, and they seem to be flying in the blue sky that cannot be searched by the eyes. I walked into Daqinggou. Decaying wood and dead leaves covered the brown earth tightly. Its dead leaves are afraid that they have been piled up for ten years, a hundred years, or maybe thousands of years, right? Layer by layer, overlapping and overlapping, a pool of clear water oozed out from one foot, shining and dangling. It occurred to me that there were springs everywhere, and that they might be gushing out of the center of the earth under the trees.

Organization:

Director of China Writers Association;

Areas:

Chinese Literature

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keyword:

Da Qinggou

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