Da Yishan in the summer rain

On July 8th, the rain like fog, like the fog of rain, the lingering lingering. Good friends, weak water, three thousand and four people to see the big Yishan, I am honored to be a guide. To be honest, I am also ignorant of Da Yishan. I have this good opportunity to take a chance to swim.

The beauty of Dayi Mountain is a picture that can cause countless surprises when opened at will. In the green and luxuriant drizzle of the mountains, the smiling faces of the companions floated in front of my eyes. We tasted and digested the magic of nature one by one.

We walked along the winding mountain roads made of stones and stones, and climbed through the lush forests, enjoying the breeze and the rain, the sound of the birds singing and singing, and the eyes of the bright world. . The grass is green, tender, green, and vigorous, and it seems that we must show our vitality to us. "There are no old people in the mountains, and the scenery is good here!" I like the rich aroma of pine wood. "I don't want to relax, the roots are in the rock." When I stopped, I folded the leaves of a piece of bamboo on the tip of my nose, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the fragrance of bamboo.

"An innate fairy hole, infinite scenery is at the peak"! This is one of the beautiful scenery of Da Yi Mountain - Xiaolong Cave. We walked into the cave, and the chilly and refreshing heart, the companion said that it was a natural air-conditioned room.

As we walked and watched, the gray walls of the layers covered the heads from the thick pines and cypresses. They looked like bare stones. In fact, they all showed aura. "The mountains are not high, there are immortals," I don’t know how much they experienced. The wind and the rain hit, still tenaciously calm lying on the mountain, still quietly waiting for the true beauty of nature!

Although the mountain is speechless, it is not silent. The meandering stream is its beautiful sound of the piano; the rushing spring is its beautiful voice show; the roaring pine is the mountain’s protest against the raging wind; the crisp dripping is The record of the passing of the mountains. Going to the waterfall, I saw the silvery white water flowing like a grandfather's white beard, pouring down one by one. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a light mist on my face, cool and silky. There were a few waters that seemed to be in a hurry, rushing down, accidentally, hitting the rocks, splashing water, like a flying bead and jade.

We stopped and stopped, and we refused to have a soft back and sweat, and we sweated to the top of the mountain with great interest.

There is a beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain waiting for our surprise. The mountain wind is so gentle, gently and gently sweeping through the forest, as if calling the mountains softly, letting the mountains wake up from their dreams. The leaves of the mountains and plains pick up the tiny waves, and gently touch the mountains like gentle hands, just like the tip of the finger occasionally licking my hair.

The journey of climbing is long and difficult, but when it reaches the peak, the exhaustion of the body and even the haze of the soul are all blown away by the wind, and the hardships of the way have finally come to the pleasing at the moment. In fact, our life path is not as good as mountain climbing. The predicament may last for a long time, but as long as we have patience and look at how fate is hovering, we can stand on the hill and appreciate the rugged journey we have traveled...