终于到达了山的顶点,似乎没有什么可以障目。我看到了不远处、远处如海一样的林梢。风过,树梢如雷滚动,在风没有停下来的时间里,所有的树梢海水一般荡漾,即便那些平日纹丝未动的粗大树干,此时无法控制自己——爽朗的风,毫无尘泥的林梢,在远离人的上空舞蹈,渴望阳光,期待雨露。可惜的是这种海浪一般汹涌的场景,不是我们经常可以看到的。由于身居低处,需要我们仰望的太多。低处,这个角度传递给我们的,大多世俗。似乎只有远方使我们向往,其中的陌生成分,使人无法按照 Finally reached the peak of the mountain, it seems that there is nothing you can trouble. I saw not far, far away like the sea of ​​Lin. The wind, the thunder and rolling trees, wind does not stop in the time, all the treetops of water generally rippling, even those who did not move weekdays thick trunk, at this time can not control themselves - hearty wind, no Dust muddy forest, dancing away from people over the sky, longing for the sun, looking forward to rain. It is a pity that such waves are generally rough scenes, not what we can often see. Due to the low position, we need to look up too much. Low point, this point of view passed to us, mostly secular. It seems that only the distant place makes us aspire to one of the strangest ingredients that make it impossible to follow