龙之川重阳节,出青州城区,取道西行。路渐高渐细,绿意渐浓。山路的两边,是起起伏伏的丘陵,高高低低的树木,深深浅浅的村庄。不时有柿树擦肩而过,在深绿的乡野底色上,一树通红的柿子显得格外醒目,犹如丛林深处的一声声鸟鸣,使得原本寂静的乡野多了些喧闹。一座山矗立在那里,就像一棵树,它是如此地丰茂端庄。盘根错节的山路,是它的一些须根。我们是小小 Dragon’s Chung Yeung Festival, out of Qingzhou City, take the westbound. Road gradually tapering, green gradually thick. On both sides of the mountain road, is ups and downs of hills, high and low trees, deep shallow village. From time to time there are persimmons pass by, in the dark green countryside background, a reddish persimmons are particularly eye-catching, as if the jungle deep sound of birdsong, making the original quiet country more noisy. A mountain stands there, like a tree, it is so plump and dignified. The platitude of the mountain road is some of its fibrous roots. We are small