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小径蜿蜒而上,攀向山林深处。并不平整的石块看不到旅人的足迹,像是原本便生息于此,与漫山花草树木融为一体。迟疑着踏上未知的旅途,曲径通幽处却时有鸟鸣传出。脚下凹凸不平的路有些陌生,却似乎比城里一成不变的道路更亲切。步入密林,光线渐渐幽暗。一限望去,满目翠竹,修长的身影交错矗立,即便是素来最不听话的枝叶,也像是经过细细布局,被打理得茂密而齐整。春夏之交的阳光也似经了这细叶的裁剪,才收敛了炽热,只在林中投下斑驳光点。于是,竹荫下的空气沁凉且带了些淡淡清香。
The trail squats and climbs deep into the forest. Stones that are not flat do not look at the traveler’s footprints, as if they were originally living here, blending in with the flowers and trees of Manshan. Hesitant to embark on an unknown journey, there is a song coming out of the way. The road on the bumpy foot is a little strange, but it seems to be more affectionate than the unchanging road in the city. Into the jungle, the light gradually dark. A limited look, full of bamboo, slender figure stands staggered, even the most disobedient branches, but also like after careful layout, was well-managed and neat. At the turn of the spring and summer, the sun also seemed to have been cut by this tiny leaf, and it only converged on the hot, and only cast light spots in the forest. As a result, the air under the bamboo shade was bleak and had some light fragrance.