A child, I live in the Yangtze River Plain, Yimapingchuan land, plump beauty. However, it often looked distant and hazy southern mountains, could not help but germinal endless reverie and yearning - the mountain there is a path, the children play together up the mountain, pick berries child, watching monkeys play. The foot of the front of the house tending to others, behind the house kind of beans, cool spring water flowing down from the hills, drink, sweet sweet. Mountains full of lush green trees, there is no plain, summer heat, winter cold, bleak autumn, some of spring's bright and brilliant. When will the mountain over there nice to play a game of wow.

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