Autumn in the mountains has a beauty that is different from spring. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info without the prosperity of spring, the dark green is dotted with bright red and yellow, and the trees are full of unknown fruits, with a kind of heaviness and fullness that is not found in spring. Under the roadside, in addition to wild chrysanthemums and cockscombs, there are still a small number of red, blue, white and purple wildflowers, which are dotted between the mountains and rivers in the east and west, competing for favors and eye-catching, showing their existence.

The mountains are a little deserted. The tea is only picked, and the camellia will not bloom for a month, except for the occasional branch or two unknown small flowers, which seem to be a little lonely. In fact, it is not lonely, and the trees with fruits everywhere are even more lively.

As soon as a dozen of us entered the mountain, we were excited, shouting and shouting, singing and noisy, and startling out of the mountain sparrows in groups after flocks. There are a few hairy chestnut trees on the side of the road, and some of the ripe little thorn balls have opened their mouths, revealing the red chestnuts that are wrapped.

Hairy chestnuts are actually about the same as chestnuts, but they are much smaller than chestnuts and less than half the size of chestnuts. Its fruit has a thin shell and full flesh, and it tastes more fragrant than chestnut. In addition, it grows on high mountains, and the trees are also very short, so you can usually climb down the technique by standing on the ground.

There are the most wild chestnut trees on Maple Mountain, and after eating for a while, the mountain carving suggested that he would not pick up tung tea in the morning. We went to pick the loose balls first, and the girls went to pick the chestnuts, and after we went down the mountain, we gave them the loose balls, and they gave the chestnuts to us.

And so it was decided. So they divided into two groups and acted separately.

The girls went up the ridge and we slipped into the pine forest.

This is a young pine forest, most of which are only more than a foot tall and densely packed. The turquoise fir trees are large and numerous. Huang Shiren and the mountain eagle climbed to the tree, using their own weight to bend the tip of the tree, a few of us stood on the slope and dragged the branch to pick it violently, sure enough, there are many people with great strength, more firewood and high flames, only half a morning, a few of our back baskets are full.

The fresh loose balls are very pressing, and there are thirty pounds in a basket, which is enough for us to score more than a dozen points. We moved our baskets to the side of the road at the watershed of the hillside, and we were bored with babbling, waiting for the girls who picked up the chestnuts to come and meet us.

Originally, there were a lot of maple trees on Maple Hill. The maple tree is a miscellaneous tree, the timber is unusable, in the early years when the tree was planted and wiped was cut down, the remaining few maple trees are tall and big, and the red leaves covered in the green pine and fir forest stand out from the crowd, and the pleasing eye is particularly eye-catching. The autumn breeze blows and sways gracefully, rustling.

I sat under a maple tree the thickness of a large bowl, the autumn sun through the branches and leaves, mottled all over, a red leaf detached from the branches and swirled and fell to my head, unable to stand, slid down my cheeks, and landed at my feet. I reached out and picked it up, twisting the petioles, and my mind went back to the scene when I met Chen Zhuxiu, the fairy woman, when I went up the mountain earlier.

The words of Chen Zhuxiu, the fairy mother-in-law, touched me a lot. I'm looking forward to what she calls a "flash flood."

"Hey, monkey, what are you doing?"

I was thinking to myself when a mountain sculpture jumped out from behind the tree and shouted.

I threw away the maple leaf in my hand, turned around and asked, "What are you doing?" Nerves? ”

"You see it's almost noon, why can't your sister pick up chestnuts?" Hu Hansan leaned over and said impatiently.

I looked up at the sky, stood up and said, "Let's go look for it, it's time to go home." ”

Huang Shiren opened his throat and shouted: "Xiaoling, Meng Xiaoling, where are you?" Hurry down and go home! ”

The mountains echoed with his loud voice, which had begun to change his voice. After a few times, there was no response, and no one came down.

Have they turned the col and gone to the other side? Otherwise, you should be able to hear the shouting, or at least you will say yes. As soon as my heart moved, a trace of coldness suddenly welled up from my heart, and I exclaimed, "Not good! Something may have happened to them, so find them! ”

Huang Shiren said with a big grin: "In this blue sky and white day, I can't hear their movements, what can happen?" ”

I ignored him, climbed the ridge from the side of the road, and made a quick climb to the top.

Maple Hill was a bit high, but we were on the mountainside, and soon I was at the top. The blue sky and white clouds are overhead, and the mountains and rivers are hugged at your feet. Climb high and far, and see the mountains at a glance. For people like me who live in the mountains, this scenery has long been commonplace, and there is not much other emotion than feeling comfortable. At this moment, I was not even in a good mood, I looked around, held the trumpet in my hand, and shouted loudly:

"Hey! Meng Xiaoling! Meng Xiaolan! Where are you? ”

The sound was empty and restless, and there was no movement except for the rustling of the autumn wind and the chirping chickadees that were startled.

At this time, Huang Shirenzuo's mountain carving climbed up panting, and then Hu Han, Sanzhou, and Zeng Xiangkun were separated by Hu Han. The climb was fast and urgent, and it was the most tiring, and it seemed that they were tired, so they simply sat on the ground and gasped.

The mountain carving put his hands on his knees, gasped and said: "Monkey, you are too powerful, now you run faster than us, and your strength is greater than ours, ouch, but you are tired of me......"

Huang Shiren answered: "Monkey, you intercede with Uncle Liang and take a few of us in, or you can teach us ......"

"Less! Hurry up and find someone! I yelled.

"They are a large group of seven or eight together, and they will shout when something happens......" Huang Shiren muttered unwillingly.

Mountains are connected to water, mountains and rivers are like this, and there are few lonely mountains and waters. Maple Mountain starts from the reservoir, connects Yunding Mountain in the west, divides along the ridge, connects the stone mountain ridge in the north, and is adjacent to the Zhushan row in the south, all of which are deep and dense trees, standing on the top of the mountain, in addition to the dark green, brown and yellow and the treetops that are scattered in height and low, there is no open space at all, people hide in it, if they do not squeak, they are separated from each other and it is difficult to find.

I was anxious about where to look, when I heard Zhou Papi shouting, "Over there! They're over there! I heard a voice. Sister Xiaoling, are you there? ”

I also heard whimpering. Ignoring it, I hurried towards the ravine he was pointing. There was a large maple tree there, and the red leaves spread out, obscuring the radius below.

When I got closer, the cold came to my face, I frowned, my mind was racing, my right hand pinched a trick, quickly moved forward, and shouted "break". With the sound, it seemed that a yellow shadow quickly jumped up to the top of the tree, and then disappeared. At a glance, it looks like a furry ape. I didn't have time to think about it, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I threw myself to the maple tree without pause, and my left hand brushed aside the firewood and grass that was blocking it, and my eyes froze.

The vacant ground under the maple tree is piled up with dead branches and leaves, and the wild persimmon tree under the stone ridge below is full of red wild persimmons, and seven or eight little girls are lying on the firewood grass next to the wild persimmon tree, only Zhou Xiaoyan is sitting alone, staring at the maple tree, whimpering and crying.

Following her gaze, I saw a man hanging from the large branch of the maple tree to the west. A barefoot woman with a cape, bulging eyes, a hanging tongue, and a hideous face.

I shouted, "There are dead people here, don't come here!" ”

The mountain eagle and the others, who were approaching the tree, stopped me, and I jumped off the ridge and slipped down to the stone ridge of the persimmon tree.