#Brilliant Brush Creation Challenge#
Today shuttling through the only path to the top of the mountain, someone saw it from a distance, and another person on this side of the mountain shouted loudly, there is a little girl coming up, I don't know who it is, I don't know why, you pay attention.
A voice at this end of the mountain responded, did not see coming up from me?
I was in the middle of the mountain and heard their conversation clearly. I actually became terrified.
Dense jungle everywhere, how do they know when I come up?
And I can only hear their voices, but I can't see their people.
As I was filming the sunrise, there was a sudden sound in the cascading gardenia orchards, what do you do?
I looked back and saw no one, so I said lightly, this sunrise is too beautiful. Take a picture.
The voice came faintly, take pictures, then you shoot.
I looked around with my gaze and saw no one.
The voice on the other end also suddenly stopped.
I stood in the thick patch, quietly watching the sunrise and feeling the revival of everything in the morning. There is no more noise.
I moved my feet forward, my feet stepping on the fallen leaves and making a rustling sound. A voice came from the thick and there was no road ahead. I stopped, turned around and quickly scanned the field with the afterlight, but still didn't see where the people were. But I'm pretty sure the sound came from this wilderness.
I calmly chatted with this voice from the wilderness.
You guys are so early.
It came at three o'clock.
This gardenia is beautiful, clean, neat, uniform in grain and free of pollution. And densely.
Yes, the tree is too tall to pick.
I moved my steps as I chatted, but I never saw where the person I was talking to was. How does it look?
A phone call from the city broke my thoughts, and before I knew it, fifty minutes had passed, and I had scanned the panorama of the place, and it was almost time for work, so I strode towards the foot of the mountain.
