The others are:
1, the mountain road winding, not wide path, both sides of the grass, wildflowers, trees, high and low, staggered. The green grass, or knee-high, or only the same height as the top of the foot. In the grass, there were crickets and crickets playing, changing their rhythm, sometimes long, sometimes short. I don't know where the tree cicadas, not willing to be lonely, loud and clear cicada song breaks the sky, seems to meet the crickets and crickets to compete with each other. Handpicked a few dog's tail grass, braided them into rabbits, dogs, casually handed to the roadside playing children, they are amused, "sister" call is endless. Occasionally pick a few wild grapes, carefully pick a few put into the mouth, full of mouth. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get to the top of the mountain," he said.
2, dusk in the mountains, came so quickly, so noiseless, walking in a trance, the mountain rain and fog followed behind, all the way up the cage, unknowingly, the pines are solemn, the stone is also bleak, and the shadow is also huta. Being at the top of the mountain in the open, do not distinguish between starlight, rain and fog, hostage to the mountains near the ridge, the wind gently whisked through the pine forests, such as the sound of the hidden waves. The foot of the autumn insects murmuring, unknown birds, occasionally in the forest high voice said something, damp night, like ink as thick.