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早晨六点多钟,我和爸爸乘车赶到江西的明月山。火红的太阳映照着山顶,粗壮的树枝挡住了炙热的阳光。山的线条是那么柔美,就像只用绿色渲染,不用墨线勾勒的中国画一样,到处翠色欲流,轻轻流入云际。进了山,可以听见泉水的歌唱。水撞在岩石上,发出“哗啦啦,哗啦啦”的清脆声响。不远处,就是那一汪清凉的山泉,清得能看见水底的石头。爬了将近三个小时,到了半山腰。我回头一看。哇,真高呀!我的脚一软,差点摔了一跤。山顶上有一座玻璃做的桥,下面是万丈深渊,让人心惊胆寒。我
More than six o’clock in the morning, my father and I rushed to the moon in Jiangxi Mingyue. The red sun shines on the top of the mountain, thick branches blocking the hot sun. Mountain lines are so soft, just like the use of green rendering, without the ink line outline of Chinese painting, everywhere Cuise want to flow, gently into the cloud. Into the mountains, you can hear the song of spring water. Water hit the rock, issued “crashed, crashed ” crisp sound. Not far away, is that Wang Wang cool spring, clear to see the bottom of the stone. Climbed nearly three hours, to the hillside. I look back. Wow, really tall! My feet are soft, I almost fell off. There is a bridge made of glass on the top of the hill, the bottom is abyss, scared people. I