山间铺筑的水泥路、沥青路,路旁的高压输电铁塔,山脊上巨型风车似的风力发电机,似乎在提醒你,乌龙坝不再是农牧业文明的年代。然而,路旁的山林草丛中,却不时有羽翎斑斓的野鸡,被驱车而来的你惊起,一叠声惊叫着“茶花、茶花……”飞走了;有野兔翘着尾巴一跃而起,蹿出来,钻进齐腰深的茅草丛中,倏然而逝。车子在高山草甸间穿行,深绿浅绿,鹅黄胭红,斑斓的颜色染透了你的车窗,秀丽的景色不断从车窗前闪过。深陷在生活泥淖里的你,厌倦了城市的喧嚣,扛不住那 Mountain road paving the cement road, asphalt road, roadside high-voltage transmission tower, a giant windmill on the ridge like a wind turbine, seems to remind you that the dam is no longer an age of agriculture and animal husbandry civilization. However, the roadside mountains and forests, but from time to time plume feather pheasant, drove you from the startled, a stack of exclaimed scream “Camellia, Camellia ... ” flew away; with hare Alice The tail jumped up, 蹿 out, drilling waist Qi deep thatched grass, but then died. Passing in the alpine meadows, dark green and light green, red rouge, gorgeous colors dyed your windows, beautiful scenery constantly flashing from the window. Deep in the mud of life you, tired of the noise of the city, can not carry it