One weekend last summer vacation, my father said that he would take me to Xihua Town to play. I'm so happy that I finally have a chance to enjoy the scenery of Xihua Town!
After nearly two hours of riding and bumps, we finally climbed a rugged and steep hillside. Ah! It turns out that this is an open mountain grassland! The sun is like fire, and the air is hot and humid because of the light rain just now. We walked along the gentle hillside with an umbrella and watched. There is green grass all over the mountains and there is almost no yellow land. Those little wild flowers are scattered all over the floor, weaving the whole piece of green grass into a beautiful carpet!
Towards the depths of the mountain, we continued to crawl, everyone was panting and sweating, and finally climbed to a mountain top in the south. Here is another scene: overlooking the mountains, there are pieces of straight towering trees everywhere. Only a few minutes later, although the clouds were light and the sun was still smiling, tiny raindrops were falling in the air. I think: this should be called "solar rain"! After a while, the rain stopped. go down the mountain
At first glance, halfway up the mountain, clouds of pale white rain and fog floated up again. The wind is not strong, and the rain and fog are so leisurely.
The sun is about to set, and I'm still too tired to get down. Watching the sunset here is also a good scenery! You see: after a hard day's work, the sun's light is not so hot, like a large bronze disc slowly sinking, and the surrounding clouds have become bronze belts. Perhaps, this is the charm of the sunset!
As soon as I got back to the hillside, the temperature here began to drop sharply, and the wind in the mountains became stronger and stronger, which made people feel a little chilly. We eagerly returned to the parking place, ready to end the long-awaited trip. At this time, a colleague of my father said, "If you go to Xihua Town to play, you won't come to Xihua Town unless you try the natural food in Xihua Town!" I'm really a little hungry.
We came to the only small village at the foot of the mountain and walked into a small restaurant. This restaurant is not big, but it is as clean and tidy as the natural environment here. A young couple who run a restaurant are busy preparing a sumptuous dinner for us: cold wild fungus, wild morel with chopped green onion, braised rabbit meat, braised wild pork, and we also ate real earth eggs.
On the way home, my father asked me how my day was. I pondered for a while and imitated a Tang poem, which was dedicated to my unforgettable Xihua Town: the stone is good and the scenery is familiar. Xihua town is green and dripping, and Baimadong is cold and snowy. Can you not remember Sok Li!