清明刚过,漫山遍野的映山红渐渐隐入满山的翠绿中。五月的井冈山俊秀、挺拔。从喧嚣浮躁的都市,走进厚重宁静的大山,心胸豁然开朗,空气中都带着清清的甜味。从小就听着“朱毛”的故事,童年常做登上井冈的梦,如今行驶在云遮雾绕的盘山公路,眺望昔日炮火硝烟的黄洋界哨口,走进茅? Ching Ming has just passed, azure hills and valleys gradually hidden in the mountains of green. May Jinggangshan handsome, upright. From the hustle and bustle of the city, into the heavy quiet mountain, heart suddenly, the air with a clear sweetness. When I was young, I listened to the story of “Zhu Mao”. My childhood dream of boarding Jinggangshan was often driven by the winding mountain road of Panshan. I looked at the Huangyangjie whistle where the old gunpowder smoked and went into Mao.