我从没见过那么可人的山,像一个女生剪了一头短发那么干净利落。在群山的怀抱里,汽车缓缓而行,似乎怕吵醒了这浓密的肃穆,人生有清风惬意之处,也有明月淡然之时啊!温柔的风掠过,夹杂着泥土的气息。庄稼人的言辞如旧草帽一样质朴,开出的声音是清冽的茶香。唯有绿,在四季的轮回里,剪出一条条 I have never seen such a pleasant mountain, so clean and neat as a girl cut a short hair. In the embrace of the mountains, the car moves slowly, as if afraid of awakened this thick solemn, life breeze cozy place, but also when the moon indifferent ah! Gentle wind swept over, mixed with earthy atmosphere. The words of a man as rustic as a straw hat, the voice is clear Qing tea. Only green, in the four seasons of the cycle, cut a line