初冬,阳光慵懒的枕着山尖。崎岖的山道上,偶尔有人穿行在充满寒意的路上,他们尽量避开树荫,追随着从树与树缝隙间穿过来的那束白光,一直向前。天空宁静,云彩仿佛害怕惊扰了这份难得的宁静,偷偷的露一下脸后,悠忽间消失在蓝天之中。清冷的阳光撒满山川,为自然增添了一丝妩媚,也让天空中飞翔的雄鹰对那抹幽蓝更加的依恋,在飞流而下的光晕中书写着苍凉、温暖、柔美、热情的多样情怀。 Early winter, the sun lazy pillow. On rough terrain, and occasionally walking through the chilly road, they avoided the shade as much as they could, following the white light that had passed through the crevices of trees and trees and continuing straight ahead. The sky is quiet, the clouds seem to be afraid to disturb this rare tranquility, secretly revealing the face, you suddenly disappear in the blue sky. The cool sunshine sprinkled mountains, adding a touch of natural charm, but also let the flying eagle in the sky more attached to the Nara secluded blue, in the flying down the halo written desolate, warm, soft, warm A variety of feelings.