今夏,去远郊登山。初夏的山是明媚而又充满生气的。连绵的翠绿在阳光的映射下闪烁着翡翠般的光泽,丝缕的白云浮动在大山身侧,似大山不经意间吐出的经梵烟雾。我漫步在山林小路之上,心不觉被自然的神奇美好所震撼。杨树高耸地长着,枝叶伸展,仿佛去够天空的日。针松无言,白色的枝干结了心底的霜。灌木命定低矮,却不懈执著努力地开出小小的花。麻雀不知躲到哪里去了,但不绝的唧喳声定是它们留下的歌。红色的、绿色的、黑色的蜻蜓呆呆地从 This summer, go hiking in the outer suburbs. The early summer mountain is bright and full of life. The lush greenery shimmering with emerald luster under the map of the sunshine, the white clouds of silk thread floating in the body of the mountain, like the mountain vomited through the Vatican smoke. I walk in the woods on the road, I was shocked by the magical natural beauty of the shock. Poplar grows tall, branches and leaves stretch, as if to go to the sky day. Needles loose, white branches end of the heart of the cream. Shrubs destined low, but relentless persistent efforts to open a small flower. Sparrows do not know where to hide, but the never-ending chirping is the song they left behind. Red, green, black dragonflies stare from