我微睁双眼,映入眼帘的,不再是青山翠谷,鸟语花香,置身于一片荒凉之中,千年古树被从中间劈断,歪歪斜斜地倒了一地,还有火后残留的痕迹,我起身,顺着一路枯木断枝,走上崖头,一声长啸,却没见到被惊起的群鸟。我知道了,这片地,终究是荒了。我记得,以前妈妈带我来这的时候,我还感叹过这很美,那时候,这里到处古木参天,深绿的草将地 My eyes wide open, the greeted, is no longer Avalokitesvara, birds of paradise, exposure to a desolate, thousands of years old trees were split from the middle, crooked down, as well as the residue after the fire Traces, I got up, along the dead wood all the way branches, walked Cliff, soon shouts, but did not see the birds were alerted. I know, this place, after all, is a shortage. I remember, when my mother brought me to this, I also lamented this beautiful, then, everywhere ancient trees towering, dark green grassland