清晨８点，我们的消防车就来到了山脚下。今天是清明节，这山岭上许多年来自然形成的墓区将迎来大批踏青扫墓者。 跳下车，脚心感觉泥土松松软软的，一股澄净的山野清气扑面而来。久雨初歇，山色妩媚。天边重峦叠蟑隔着薄雾的轻纱望去，如月如眉，如烟如梦。这诗般美景，若非去 At 8 o’clock in the morning, our fire truck came to the foot of the mountain. Today is the Ching Ming Festival, and many natural tombs of this mountain area will usher in a large number of steppe sweeping graves. Jumped off the car, the soles of the feet feel soft and loose soil, a pure freshness of pure air blowing. Long rain early break, charming mountain. Crossed crevasse sky across the misty veil looking to go, such as the moon as eyebrows, smoke like a dream. This poetic beauty, if not go