Lishan shanwai

Mountains, very high, very high, one after another; Trees, very green, very green, seem to be many mountains that have solidified jasper, staggered, as if a wayward person had cut a good cloth into pieces. In this "fragment", there are still people alive.

People in the mountains are hardworking. They climb several mountains to fetch water every day, and then go down to the foot of the mountain to cultivate their own land. Day after day, the mountain people's backs are bent. In autumn, the mountain people and the old monkeys in the mountains go to the "fragments" to grab food, and then plan a new year.

The children in the mountains are all excellent climbers. They grew up with adults: climbing mountains and transplanting rice seedlings in spring, carrying water in summer, harvesting in autumn, cutting firewood in winter and staying in the mountains all year round. In fact, there are many good things on the mountain! Plum trees all over the mountain, with sweet and sour fruits, are the delicacies of the mountain people. It's just that plums can't be eaten as food-people in the mountains will die if they eat too much, but they will never come back. So the villagers withdrew their curiosity about the mountains and lived quietly in the mountains until .....

One day, a man came from outside the mountain. Mountain people have only heard of people outside the mountain, and this is the first time to see people outside the mountain coming to the mountain. They don't dress like mountain people, and they don't talk like mountain people. Nobody knows who they are or what they are doing here.

After a while, a house was built on a relatively large piece of "debris", and four big characters were written on the outer wall of the house: Hope Primary School-people in the mountains can't read, and people outside the mountains told me.

One summer, people outside the mountain said to the children in the mountain, "Children don't climb mountains, come to school." Later, the primary schools in the mountains had the first batch of students. They sat in the classroom, listened to stories told by people outside the mountain, and began to use what they learned to help their parents solve practical problems in life.

Six years later, the first batch of students graduated, and Dashan had his own intellectuals. People outside the mountain say that they should be allowed to study more outside the mountain. The villagers hesitated, but finally agreed. So, a group of children in the mountains were led out of the mountains by a stranger in the mountains.

Three years later, people outside the mountain came back with children in the mountain. They told people in the mountains that the world outside the mountains was wonderful, and they also asked people in the mountains to pick plums from the mountains and sell them outside the mountains.

Later, the children in the mountains stopped climbing. No, climb mountains, climb mountains to go to school, and then there are more schools in the mountains.

Once, a large group of outsiders came. They are different from those who become mountain people. Instead of coming to school, they stopped on the mountain all day. When I left, I left a black road on the mountain.

Since then, more and more foreigners have come to the mountains, including those with yellow hair and blue eyes. They all say that the scenery in Shanjia is beautiful. If only I could live here. The mountaineer smiled. The scenery in the mountains is really good, but people in the mountains have never noticed it. The mountain people only remember that they are tired from climbing the mountain. The plums on the mountain are very sour and sweet, but they can't eat more.

A new generation of mountain people no longer hunched. They also began to appreciate the scenery in the mountains like outsiders.

Later, someone dug a long tunnel in the mountain, so that people in the mountain could see the sky outside the mountain at a glance.

In the future, there will be no difference between mountains and mountains.

Zhongshan mountain range

Oh, come back, we went climbing! It's a pity not to talk about mountain climbing. Sit down and listen to the story!

I came together this morning, went to grandpa's house for breakfast, and when I was wandering around the house, the phone rang, so I quickly answered it. Mother's voice came from the microphone. "Hey, son, come back. We've climbed the mountain. It's enough for Sophora japonica." "Oh, great." I hung up the phone and ran home. When I got home, my parents and I packed up and set off.

Soon I arrived at the mountain. I looked at it and pointed to a locust tree in front of me and said, "Look, there is a locust tree there." I looked at it again. Yes, it's a Sophora japonica tree with Sophora japonica flowers on it. "Hey," I thought, "I forgot to bring my lunch." I jumped over. I started climbing locust trees. I didn't expect a small thorn like a Chinese rose on the locust tree, so I stuck it in my hand. As soon as my hand was loose, I fell from the tree. "Finished, comminuted pelvic fracture, cardiovascular bleeding, concussion, acute heart disease, angina pectoris." My parents giggled when I opened my eyes and found nothing happened. Oh, my father began to have enough Sophora japonica flowers. His big hand grabbed a twig with a pinch of Sophora japonica and broke it off. At this moment, I saw a tall thing that looked like a clover flower. I uprooted it, and there was something like a small garlic at the root. I peeled the garlic and tasted it. It tastes terrible and smells like garlic. "Oh, wild leek, you pick their flowers and go back to pickle them." "Oh." When I was picking wild leeks, I heard a strange "wow" sound, like a chicken crowing but not like a chicken crowing. "Hey, pheasant, pheasant is a good thing." I heard grandpa say that there are pheasants, rabbits and foxes on the mountain. I grabbed a stick and ran to the forest. I really heard the rustling of pheasants running on the litter. I pushed it onto the mound. At the top of the mound, I saw it clearly: gray feathers, a tail about one and a half meters, and a pair of big wings. Seeing it fly away, I was completely disappointed. At this point, mom and dad have picked a big bag of Sophora japonica, and we are ready to go back. On the way back, I thought, "Next time I come, I'll take a rifle and shoot them all in the head, huh!"

Although I didn't catch the pheasant this time, my harvest was Sophora japonica, and I saw the pheasant. Next time I want to catch a fox on the mountain, the fox runs slowly, ha!

Go to Nanshan to see friends

At seven o'clock in the morning, the warm breeze kissed my face; The aura of sunshine enveloped me. With a good mood and a bright smile, stay away from the noise and go to Nanshan to visit old friends.

That temple was the first old friend I wanted to visit. Ah! Temple. You have been guarding this mountain for decades. How many people's wishes you carry!

You look at those familiar and unfamiliar faces. As time goes by, the seasons change, and only you remain the same. Step on a quiet path and you will see my fairy water friend. He warmly welcomes me every time, singing cheerful songs and holding sweetness for me to taste. Ah! Sweet and cool water mixed with flowers slipped into my chest, let my fatigue fly to the outside of the cloud nine, and make my eyes and mind bright.

Everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? Hello, lush tree. When you bring out delicious and full fruit, are you inviting me to eat with you? Hello, butterfly. You spread your gentle wings and danced in front of me. Are you asking me to dance with you? Hello, lovely bird. You called my name. Do you want me to talk to you? Hello, warm sun. You selflessly shed your light on the earth and made the world bright. The moon stood guard instead of the sun, and the cooing of owls came from the depths of the mountain.

I'm going home. I waved goodbye gently, and with a good mood and good memories, I embarked on the road to home paved by moonlight.