温柔的春风轻抚着萌动的山脉,一抹抹深情在指尖中绽放,将它染上了一层迷离的芙蓉红。春风带雨,润物无声,雨滴浸湿了山边的悠悠青草,变换的颜色在平静中又透出几分飘渺。此刻,我仿佛置身于幽幽的山中,静静地聆听着它的呼唤。每一缕清风都藏着一段美丽的故事,每一滴雨丝都在心里留下涟漪,每一块石头都述说着自己的情怀。我感受着,山的呼唤,心的呼唤。 Gentle spring stroking the sprouting of the mountains, a touch of affectionate bloom in the fingertips, it infected with a layer of blurred hibiscus red. Spring with rain, moisten silent, wet raindrops on the edge of the long grass, the color change in calm and revealed a bit misty. At the moment, I seem to be in a faint mountain, quietly listening to its call. Each breeze has hidden a beautiful story, every drop of rain leaves in my heart ripples, each stone is described his feelings. I feel, the call of the mountain, the call of the heart.