清晨,内蒙古达里湖畔,伴着风铃的脆响,我迷迷糊糊走出旅馆的房门。抬头深呼吸,清风带着花儿的芳香,送着虫儿的鸣叫,像妈妈温柔的手,抚过我的身体,嘴角不觉勾起微笑,内心像是得到了一种莫名的指引,不由自主地驱使我向湖靠拢。我缓缓地迈着悠闲的步子走着,穿过层层叠叠的树林,树荫间隙中,有细碎的光斑落在地上,像一个个移动的圆点。弯弯曲曲的小径,是我见到的第一个朋友,木质的扶手很粗糙,摸起来像爸爸在用他那尖尖的胡 In the morning, Dali Lake, Inner Mongolia, accompanied by the chime of Campanula, I stumbled out of the hotel door. Look up and take a deep breath, the breeze with the fragrance of the flowers, send the tweet of insects, like a gentle hand of my mother, stroking my body, my mouth arousing a smile, my heart like I got an inexplicable guide, involuntarily Drive me closer to the lake. I slowly walked leisurely paces through layers of woods, shades of space, with broken bits of light falling on the ground like moving dots. Winding trails, is the first friend I saw, wooden armrests are very rough, feels like daddy with his sharp beard