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| There is a pigeon called Red Lips. (13th Dec 22 at 2:34am UTC)
There is a pigeon called Red Lips. |   | At noon, we came to a small lake in the forest, in the middle of the valley. "Geologically speaking, this should be a fault lake," Kuaikuai said. Indeed, the lake was deep, blue, and a little eerily deep. But it was a lovely blue in the midday sun. We are very familiar with the situation in the mountains. I don't know if the mountain people have a name for this lake, but we call it "Sapphire". Because at that time, we read a novel about several explorers who seemed to have discovered a mercury lake in Siberia. So, one time, when we walked to this place, we said, name it, too. Call it Sapphire Lake! If you can dive to the bottom, you will find many sapphires, because the lake is so transparent and blue. This name was given by me, and later it was called "Sapphire" among our classmates, which refers to the lake. Sometimes we can find it, sometimes we can't find it when we go astray. It is as mysterious and precious as sapphire. We had no trouble finding Sapphire that day. It suddenly appeared at the end of the woods,lamella tube, and it was very quiet around it. There were no people, and the sound of birds could not be heard. Quickly say, "Swim for a while!" I said, "Yes, naked!"! No one came here. We got naked and jumped into the water one by one. Kuaikuai and I are in high spirits. Only Zhengfan, who swam in the water for a while, climbed up and lay on the stone to bask in the sun. No one spoke, because we all felt that this was a farewell to our youth! Welcome our life,disc air diffuser, it will be a different look. Of course, it may be beautiful, but it will not be so simple. At a time like this, there is no need for words. Mischievous, mischievous and childish also appear childish. We either swim on our backs in silence or bask in the sun on the stones without speaking, just enjoying the sunshine and the cool lake water, enjoying the tranquility. In the afternoon, we had walked far in the mountains, and no one proposed to go back. We walked straight into the mountains. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was already in the west. We walked up to a dilapidated stone house. "This may have been a villa," he said quickly. From the way it was destroyed, we assume that it was destroyed by shelling or aircraft bombing in the war. It is very strange that it is built on the hillside. According to common sense, no one would build a villa in such a deep mountain. In short, no one could figure out the origin of the house. Zhengfan suddenly found an angle, wall penstocks ,multi disc screw press, and the setting sun shone on several graceful pine trees on the hillside, dyeing the pine trees with a layer of golden yellow, which, together with the remnants of the decadent house, formed a very melancholy picture. He asked us to look at it from his point of view, which was very beautiful. Zhengfan sat down to draw. I was not in the mood to draw, but just sat beside him and enjoyed it, and he was immersed in his own emotions. We sat together for a long time, waiting for him to finish the composition of the whole painting and color it with watercolors. Zhengfan's painting is very good, and he also has that feeling, but unfortunately he can't get the chance to develop his talent. If he has the conditions to study art, I believe he will become a very good painter. The sun is about to set. Should we go back or continue climbing? No one had any intention of going back to the city along the old road, so they all decided to climb the mountain. Let's play against the sun and see who falls behind! Hurry and run up the hill. I also shouted and waved my schoolbag. We ran and called and climbed to the top of the mountain. After all, we could not catch up with the sun, which soon disappeared behind the ridge, and the woods were dark. We continued climbing in the dim twilight, climbing through the thorns and clawing at the rocks. It was completely dark and we were near the top of the mountain. But in front of us was a steep rock wall, and there was no way to go up again. "Stand on my shoulders and I will lift you up," said Zheng Fan. He put me on his shoulders and quickly stepped on mine. Then we slowly straightened our legs and built a human ladder. Quickly to the top of the rock, he pulled me up again, leaving only Zhengfan below, we can not reach him. We untied the strap of our schoolbag, but it was still not long enough.
It was estimated that Zhengfan had been tossing and turning for more than half an hour at the bottom of the rock wall. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand in an unexpected direction and shouted to us: "Hold me and pull hard!" He finally climbed up, ho! We are so happy! "My trousers are scratched," said Kezhengfan dejectedly in the dark. I touched it, and sure enough, there was a big cut at the knee. Say quickly: "How to do?"? Go back and your mother will say yours, right? "It doesn't matter," said Zhengfan. "I can make money." These were the only firm and confident words we heard from Zhengfan that day. We stood on the top of the mountain for a long time. The mountain wind was blowing, and it was chilly, and the sweat was all collected. I don't know what time. Of the three of us, only Kuaikuai had an old-fashioned women's watch, which his mother had given him when he was admitted to university. But he was embarrassed to wear it and always carried it in his pocket. Then he remembered his watch and took it out of his pocket, but it was broken when he climbed the mountain, and the watch stopped. We stood on the top of the hill, with a gorgeous night sky and stars all over the sky. And in the distance should be the city, lights twinkling, like the stars in the sky. We decided on the direction and headed down the hill in the direction of the city. Kuaikuai suddenly remembered and said, "Is there a leopard here?" So the three of us shouted loudly, "Hello, hello!" On the one hand, in order to encourage their own courage, and the call in the dark is so happy. The voices of the three of us echoed in the silent mountain forest. We finally got out of the woods and came to a small river outside the city, where we all washed. Exhausted,Rotating sludge scraper, we reached a fork in the railway and slumped on the sleepers. It must have been two or three o'clock in the morning. We had to stand up when a passenger train came. The train swished in front of us, the tracks shook, and our hearts shook. Where does our future path lead? Is this also an intersection of our respective life paths? Chapter 4 The words of the narrator. khnwatertreatment.com | |
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