风声,雨声,声声入耳;山景,镇景,景景人心。——题记幽山,古镇,清风,脆雨。沿蜿蜒小路而上,步子缓缓,碾在绿叶上。几瓣花瓣飘落,点缀于泥土,显出一种静态的幽美。树木郁郁葱葱搭成一片,柔和的野绿在空中晕开,不同于日本富士山的新绿,倒给人舒适之感。路边蔓延出一条煤灰小道,我只身跑入其中,便觉四周静悄悄的,只有清淡的花香与浓郁的 The wind, the sound of rain, sound in the ear; mountain, town, scenery people. - Inscription Ningshan, ancient town, breeze, brittle rain. Go up along the winding road, step slowly, and grind it on the green leaf. A few petal petals fall, embellished with dirt, showing a static beauty. The trees are lush and green, and the soft wild green leaves in the air. It is different from the new green of Mount Fuji in Japan and gives people a sense of comfort. There was a soot trail on the roadside. I ran into it and I felt quiet all around. Only the light flowers and the rich