薄雾氤氲着,给坚守着气节的浓林以清透的柔美。我漫步在林间,寻找着斑驳陆离的晨光之影在小径上的足迹。拨开了几片拂过额头的新叶,一角木屋的出现便如旷野间忽然飘来的钟磬声引领我再走近些。参差却排列整齐的篱笆旁开着绰约的小花,井台的石条上没有一丝尘土,那被浣薄了 Misty misty, to keep the integrity of the thick forest to clear soft. I walked in the woods, looking for the mottled trail of shadow on the trail. Poking aside a few pieces of fresh leaves brushing the forehead, the emergence of a corner of huts like the wilderness suddenly floated between the bell 磬 sound lead me closer. Juxtaposed but neatly arranged fence neat little flowers, the wellhead of the stone without a trace of dust, it was fooled