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I don't remember how long I haven't breathed such pure air, breathing greedily, sniffing the fragrance of the soil, the smell of trees, the smell of grass, the smell of mountains, the smell of rain, washing away the turbid air of the body, soaking the verdant mountains into my eyes, when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, open their arms around the gift of nature.

The mood became so quiet, the sweet bird song put me into the soul of the mountain, and I wanted to spread my wings and fly with them under the blue sky, perching in this green, free and enjoyable life, picking a piece of poplar leaves before leaving, including a trace of the fragrance of home, tasting it carefully, soaking into my heart and never changing. I really want to put the whole mountain into my eyes and let me put it anywhere.