太阳就要落山了。二杨站起身,拍了拍裤子上的尘土,掏出腰间的水壶,喝了一大口,又用剩下的水抹了把脸,把随身的包往腰间一系,准备下山。天空湛蓝湛蓝的,落日的余晖映满半边天空,给朵朵白云镶上了漂亮的金边。二杨目光所及,群峰巍峨,重峦叠翠。在这座座绿色的山峰之间,成群的鸟儿盘旋着、欢唱着,眨眼间就从二杨头顶呼啸而过,做着归巢前最后的狂欢。这是只有在云蒙峰顶才能看到的美丽景色,二杨却已经不知道看过多少回 The sun is going downhill Two Yang stood up, patted the dust on his pants, pulled out the kettle at his waist, drank a big mouth, and wiped the rest of the water with his face. The blue azure sky, the setting sun full of half the sky, to blossoming white clouds set on a beautiful Phnom Penh. Two Yang eyes, towering peaks, heavy Luan Emerald. Nestled between the green peaks, the flocks of birds circled, singing, and blinking over from the top of Populus euphratica in the twinkling of an eye, making the last carnival before the homing. This is the beautiful scenery that can only be seen in the peak of Yun Meng, but Yang Yang has no idea how many times