读过刘白羽的《日出》,我便梦想再登高看一回日出。我攀华山、登泰山、上衡山,不是天公不作美,就是劳累贪睡迟,而终究未能如愿。今年国庆,我回到生我养我的故乡—湘乡市一个偏远的小山村,我要去看日出。为迎接十月的第一轮红日,我一个人早早起床,走过十几里山路,爬过一个又一个小山坡,拖着有些发福的身躯,喘着粗气。终于,我爬上了家乡最高的山峰。这是我儿时放过牛、砍过柴、与小伙伴们光着脚丫追逐嬉戏的地方。沐浴着凉爽的晨风,我感觉到从未有过的惬意。稍事休息,东方的天边就露出了一 Liu Baiyu read the “sunrise”, I then dreamed of climbing again to see a sunrise. I climb Huashan, Deng Taishan, on the Hengshan, God is not beautiful, that is, tired sleepiness late, and ultimately failed to do so. National Day this year, I went back to life I raised my hometown - a remote village in Xiangxiang City, I want to see the sunrise. In order to meet the first red sun in October, I woke up early and walked over the Serenity Road, climbed hill by hill, dragged some fat, gasping. Finally, I climbed the highest mountain in my hometown. This is where I had let go of my childhood, chopped firewood, and chased after my little friends. Bathed in a cool morning breeze, I feel like I have never felt comfortable. Take a break, the horizon of the east exposed one