岩石,悬崖上都是岩石。呆板的,坚硬的,没有一丝灵气,似乎千百年的风雨都舒展不了它紧皱的眉。深陷的眼睛不再闪亮,只有一片死寂。厚重的历史在这里沉淀,古朴庄重,抹去了生命的鲜亮。就在这样的一片岩石中,一抹红色跃然入目,原来是一簇花。这是一束充满生命力的花。开在悬崖上, Rocks, rocks are on the cliffs. Dull, hard, without a sense of reiki, it seems that thousands of years of wind and rain can not stretch its eyebrows. The deep-set eyes are no longer shining, only a silence. The heavy history has precipitated here, simple and solemn, and wiped out the bright colors of life. In such a rock, a touch of red jumped into the eye. It turned out to be a cluster of flowers. This is a flower full of vitality. On the cliff,