The vast land, the vast territory, the mountains built her Great Wall. The front of the mountain bears the scorching heat of the sun, and the back resists the strong attack of the northern wind current. When the north wind strikes, the mountain uses its tall body to resist the cold and bone that wreaks havoc on the north wind, let the north wind crawl upward along its body, and the mountain throws the north wind to a height of 10,000 meters, and uses warm currents to fight it, generating spring rain, descending the earth under its feet, moisturizing everything he carefully cares for, and ensuring that they reproduce and live. When disaster strikes, the mountain saves lives and restores homes. For the motherland, the mountain has the flavor of the Great Wall.
In a warm family, I, and we, all our children, are always pampered by our parents. I remember the year I was in elementary school, and in order to get me into the best school, you waited in line for me all night and dragged my tired body home; I remember the expression of your speechless expression when I made a mistake; I remember the back of your suitcase for me when I was in college. At home, the mountain has the smell of a father.
You melt one of your hot hearts and melt my heart into the core of home. This core is as hot as the core of the earth, as bright as it is, as surging as it is. You shielded this core with your solid body, holding my cold body in your arms and warming me. In my heart, the mountain has the taste of you, my lover, my pride.
What does the mountain taste like? I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to take me to taste the taste of the mountains.