一片连绵的青山,一层撩人的轻纱,就把南方柔柔地抱在了怀里。耳边是微风的梦呓,江水的气息,一切的一切都在述说着同一个地方——我的故乡巫山。纵使没有江南的青瓦水碧,没有九寨沟的柔波倩影,但是巫山温驯的水波,开怀的笑响,连绵的青山,都通衬得你通体舒泰,硬骨头都给熏酥了。连此时的赞美都是多余的,正如你对天堂的赞美是多余的一样。当你脚下的泥土印上了浅浅的痕迹,当你看见弯垂 A rolling hills, a layer of sultry veil, put the South softly in his arms. The ear is a breeze of dreams, the breath of the river, everything in the same place to talk about - my hometown Wushan. Even without the green tiles of the south of the river, there is no Jiuzhaigou soft wave shadows, but Wushan gentle waves, happy laughter, rolling green hills, all through the lining of your whole body Shu Thai, hard bones to smoked crisp. Even the praise at this time is superfluous, just as your praise of heaven is superfluous. When the soil under your feet is printed with shallow marks, when you see the bend