重重叠叠的山峦相互簇拥着、依偎着,起伏连绵,一直延伸到远方。乡村被大山紧紧地拥抱着。山风吹来,吹瘦茅屋上的野草,吹起蛙声一片。每当春燕衔泥,竞相开放的映山红更是山崖上一道亮丽的风景。锄禾的老者扶着犁在牛后艰难地耕耘,一遍又一遍地翻译往年的期盼; Overwhelmed by the mountains stacked each other, clinging, ups and downs, has been extended to the distance. The village was tightly hugged by the mountain. Wind blowing, blowing thin grass on the hut, blowing a frog sound. Whenever Chun Yan title mud, competing azaleas is open a beautiful landscape on the cliff. Hoe Wo old man leaning plow hard work in the cattle, over and over again to translate the expectations of previous years;