初夏的天气一直炎热,身体倦倦,心儿慵慵,整个人说不出的消沉。周日难得阴天,似有雨要下,微微的凉风吹进心田,消减着多日的怅然。朋友此时发来信息:爬山吧。心微动,即往之。收拾好装备,怀揣着一丝久别的兴奋,一丝微弱的担忧,与山相约。喜欢山。无论是峰峦雄伟、奇峰突兀,抑或是连绵起伏、逶迤壮丽,山依然是山,朴素华丽皆是山,如此简单却如此有力。山与水是永远的恋人,山无水不秀,茂密的植被是它们爱的家园。此去的山对于我是陌生而亲切的,陌生是 The weather in early summer has been hot, tired, heartless careless, the whole person can not tell the depression. A rare cloudy day on Sunday, it seems like a rain, a slight cool breeze into the heart, diminished the sense of many days of loss. Friend sent a message at this time: mountain climbing. Heart fretting, that is to go. Packed with equipment, carrying a glimmer of long-awaited excitement, a faint fears, and the mountain similar. Like mountains. Whether it is majestic peaks, unexpected peaks, or rolling, magnificent, mountains are still mountains, simple and beautiful are all mountains, so simple but so powerful. Mountain and water are forever lovers, the mountain is not beautiful, dense vegetation is their love of their homeland. The mountain to go to me is strange and friendly, strange is