In order to watch the sunrise, the two went out at five o'clock. The moon has sunk in the west, and the morning star is shining. Yuan Qiuhua walked in front of him with a horse lantern in his left hand, and pulled the grass with a bamboo stick in his right hand, which not only scared the grass and snakes, but also swept off the dewdrops.

Lan Xinyan flashlighted, and followed suit. The nameless insects on both sides of the mountain road are singing nameless songs, stopping when people are near, and singing when people are far away.

The glowing fireflies flying all over the mountains and fields, the phosphorescence flickering on and off, and the tinting light was lit up, like tinder.

Walking to the mountainside, the morning light is beginning to appear, and the east is white. The fog in the mountains is thick and thick, and the wilderness is filled with water vapor, a thin layer, transparent and colorless, like light smoke, like mist, adsorbed on the hair, slowly condensed into water droplets, and rolled down from time to time.

The leaves and grass tips are hung with dewdrops, ticking from time to time. Birds and finches nestled in the branches, and the world was quiet, quiet, quiet, and quiet.

Walking on the boulevard, there is no noise of cars and horses, no people boiling, no quarrels and crying, no worries, forgetting the world, only making fun of each other, frolicking and playing.

The hare was disturbed, his front legs bent at his elbows, his hind legs erect, his round black eyes staring, and he looked at the intruder with curiosity, as simple and lovely as a child, innocent.

The pheasant does not fly when he sees people, and continues to walk, with his head held high, with red crowns and colorful feathers, fluttering, like a princess in the jungle.

Everything here is slow and laid-back. Yuan Qiuhua was full of energy, walking like flying, and he was smiling in front of him.

Lan Xinyan is rare to be idle, feeling that it is difficult to buy a thousand dollars at ease, all the cases are thrown away, the treachery in the world is forgotten, there is no need to think about work, no need to think about pressure, no need to think about anything, so happy and happy, like a fairy.

Yuan Qiuhua picked wild fruits and let him try them. The wild fruit is called August melon, also called

"August fried" is the fruit of the clover tree. Because it looks like a banana and tastes like a banana, it is called a wild banana.

It tastes a little weird, sour and sweet, and a little bitter, but there is a lot of pulp in the fruit, and it can clear away heat and relieve heat after eating.

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