Jianmenguan, the North Gate of Sichuan province, has the reputation of being the best in the world. Mountain terrain, steep terrain, Wan Kai, wan fu mo kai. The expressway has been built. After getting off the highway, our car drove on the rugged mountain road. Dust and stones flew behind the car all the way. From time to time, large animals such as cattle, squirrels, pheasants and so on pass through the road as if no one was around. Until the food in the stomach poured out clean, until the hair which had just been straightened before leaving was covered with a thick layer of dust and vomiting mucus, the destination finally arrived. A line of three ladies, that embarrassed, let the colleagues who came to receive our brother unit look distressed. A very simple sentence moved us for a long time: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry. Next time when you come again, our road will be built into a asphalt road. After washing and taking a nap, I was calling for dinner outside the door. The public canteen downstairs is privately contracted. I served six potherb dishes, seven or eight tofu with different shapes and flavors, and the special smoked bacon here, fish without mud smell. The dishes were fresh and tasty, I ate a lot, and the stomach bag came out honestly and rudely. There are ten people in this small branch office in mountainous area, one of whom is female. Colleagues there introduced that this is the first-class protected animal of their unit, and they should protect her like protecting eyeballs. The female colleague smashed it across the air with a chopstick. Looking through it carefully, the female colleague is really beautiful, and the beauty is really simple. With white skin, two red clouds naturally appear on both cheeks. The so-called No Rouge comes with powder. During the walk after dinner, the beautiful female colleague pointed a mountain to us, which was very like the side face of an ancient soldier, the tall nose bridge, the thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the very heroic look. It turned out to be the famous Jiang Weishan. The surrounding pines and cypresses were blown by the gust of mountain wind. I heard the roar of the Pines. Undoubtedly, this is a natural summer resort. The sun is shining in the sky, the mountains are full of trees, and the cool breeze is blowing. At the gate of Jianmen Pass, there was a little wife who was selling tofu with a basket on her back. She was thin, with big and black eyes. There were some freckles scattered on the white skin of her face, and her lips were red, it looks like a tofu Shishi with lipstick. There was also a little girl, wearing floral cloth clothes, holding a bunch of wild flowers in her hand, standing there without any embarrassment to peddle. I asked her if her flowers were sold? The daughter-in-law nearby said she wanted to sell it, but she was embarrassed to say. I gave her ten yuan, she said too much, two yuan is enough, I said it’s okay, little sister take it. She took it slowly and smiled shyly. Think about your own child, very happy. Report to you, the beauty on the other side of the mountain lies in people, things and scenery.

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Flowing into the dream, who causes the dust all over the sky, scattered into the heart, accumulated, waiting to melt

Ten miles of waves, the wind passed without trace, only Yan shed tears, scattered fragmentary

Someone is looking forward to the surging river for your coming

Someone zuiwo Nanshan slate enjoy flowers

The cloud is hidden, and the misty is in the smoke, the Dreamland is blurred into the eyes, and you can see the world

The folk songs are winding around the beam, and the green tones are swaying in the valley. I recall the trivial things for twenty years.

Who does Mei FA open?

Mulberry fields are stacked, and there are always new ideas. The cabin is smeared with white, and spring silver plates are exchanged.

A little flashy smoke fades away, pouring into the Willow floc in March

When autumn wind again, roll up leaves floor

Moonlight bridgehead Hongyao language, Changle complex Innocenti

The Frost bridge breaks the green mud, no trace of traffic

Wind locks the moon, the moon reflects the dust, yellow Egypt enters the water, water picks flowers into the sea, quiet sea holds flowers, flowers fade

Thanks, it’s more than flowers

Flowers are willing to enter the sea,,,,

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