拾级而上,花香跟随我们有了坡度,而花开在暗处,隐在自己的枝上。夜的请柬上,霓虹是贵宾,而它们甘愿将自己战成卫士,游客的守护神。青瓷端庄,木椅古朴,历史在镜框里,暗自发酵。我手上有风雪,有汉字,沙砾……伸向哪一方都有碎裂声,被楼阁的空旷扩大。刚刚四月,美景在春光里形成新的诱惑。铁瓦殿,山巅观三县。殿外绿树成荫,百鸟争鸣,有人说,殿内有猛兽,伤心欲绝之时,试图食心补心。时过境迁,古老的庙宇, Up the stairs, the flowers follow us have a gradient, and flowers in the dark, hidden in their own branches. The night’s invitation, the neon is a VIP, and they are willing to fight themselves as guards, tourists patron saint. Celadon dignified, simple wooden chair, history in the frame, secretly fermented. There are snowstorms in my hand, Chinese characters, gravel ... which side has a cracked sound, was open expansion of the pavilion. Just in April, beauty in the spring to create a new temptation. Tiewan Temple, the top three counties. Outside the temple tree-lined, birds contend, it was said that there are beasts inside the temple, heartbroken, trying to eat the heart. Passage of time, the ancient temples,