褶褶皱皱,起起伏伏,绵延不断。如盘古开天后一只鹰击长空的霹雳,像哲人额头雕琢的伟大思想纹路,用热血澎湃的信仰开拓了巨大的阵痛。阵痛之后把那荒漠腹部分娩出来,流动成古朴和浑厚……大山的原色是一盘千古绝唱的磁带。伫立山顶,极目远眺,群山不仅蕴含着丰富的宝藏,而那饱经沧桑的峰峦不正像一位深沉的哲人么?一种亢奋撞击心扉,感觉这大山的脉搏连同我的心脏一起跳动…… Pleat wrinkles, ups and downs, stretching continuously. Such as Pangu open sky after a thunderstruck Perak, like philosopher’s forehead carved great thought lines, with passionate faith opened up a huge pain. Pain after the abdomen that desert birth, flowing into a simple and vigorous ... ... the color of the mountains is a tape of eternal songs. Standing on the top of the hill, overlooking the mountains not only contains rich treasure, and that the ups and downs of the vicissitudes of life is not like a deep philosopher? A hyper impact hit their hearts, feeling the pulse of this mountain together with my heart beating ...