山脚下林边公路的停车场上,汽车的马达声渐渐地软了下来。随着几辆中巴客车车门的相继打开,红男绿女一群人走下车来。人们或行或停,或问或望,或指指点点,或唏嘘赞叹,抬头看看林海中的山路,相互招呼着,欣赏着,议论着,话音不断中迈开了脚步,转着弯儿向山林里走去。“这里是塞罕坝吗?前些年还不这样呢。”看到这诗情画意般的美景,有人疑惑。“这里怎么这么美呀!”有人沉醉在了这诗情画意般的美景里,也不问这 At the foot of the forest at the foot of the car park, the car’s motor gradually softened down. With several CMB bus doors have been opened, a group of men and women go off the bus. People or line or stop, or ask or look, or pointing, or marvel at, take a look at the mountain road in Linhai, greeted each other, enjoy, talk about, the voice continues to move in the middle of the pace, turn the bend Walk to the mountains. “Is this the Saihanba? A few years ago is not the case.” “This poetic beauty, some doubts. ”How is it beautiful here!“ ”Someone indulged in this poetic beauty, do not ask