I got up and stretched my tired body after working all day, my head was chaotic and hurting, and I couldn't help cursing: rhinitis is really not a good thing. When I walked to the door of the unit, I realized that dusk had come, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the breeze was blowing, my chaotic head became a little clearer, but my mood was extremely bad. When 21 o'clock came, the colleagues who took over also came, and the silent hall was suddenly full of people's voices. After handing over with a little tired body and chaotic heads, I realized that tomorrow turned out to be the weekend. On the way home, the mood seemed to be even more depressed. Suddenly, I was attracted by the colorful flowers in the green belt. I couldn't help thinking of going to the grassland to see the flowers. Let's take a weekend trip!
The person in my family is a person who walks in the scenery. He suggested that I go to the Kongdu Nusu Grassland to see flowers during the day and the moon and stars at night, and there is no signal in that place, so I can get rid of the impetuousness at work and have a good time. Calm down.
Early on Saturday morning, I went to the supermarket to buy food. My friends packed up camping equipment, and I ran like crazy to find something to cook and eat. Driving, originally 2 cars turned into 4 cars, and finally headed towards Kongdu Nusu at 12 o'clock.
The beautiful scenery is hidden in the deep mountains. All the way "climbing down the mountain, bumping and wandering" has reached the goal, and seeing the scenery in front of me feels that the trip is worthwhile. The grass is a blanket, the flowers are a decoration, and the blue sky is blue. The scenery in front of you cannot be recorded with a mobile phone. Everyone got off the car one after another, even my dog. During the leap, the joy is self-evident.
The car is driving in the painting, the scenery is full of eyes, and different angles constitute different poetic flavors
Suddenly, the leading vehicle stopped, and a voice was heard: pull out wild garlic sprouts, and add vegetables for the evening. The nerves that were already excited became even more excited, and they got out of the car one after another and threw themselves into the ground. Not long after, the "Swallow" who loves to sing began to sing, singing and laughing for a while.
At lunch, we camped by a bend of water. The water corresponds to the mountains, grasslands, and sky. The marmot guards on the hillside straightened up and looked at us, a group of uninvited guests, instead of making warning sounds.
After lunch, I went to find a place to camp at night, and finally found a flowing stream, and decided to camp here at night. After setting up camp, "Scorpion" wanted to drive to explore, but unexpectedly, after driving through the dangerous road of the big ditch, he capsized in a "small ditch" and was trapped in an inconspicuous swamp ditch. Another car went to pull, and amidst the roar of the car motor, a tug-of-war was carried out.
At night, the round moon rises, and the surrounding area is silent. Have a good dream tonight!
Another year when the flowers bloom, the yellow flowers are still blooming on the grassland, never ostentatious or dazzling, always so reserved and quiet, simple and pure, just like a beautiful little poem, melodious and melodious. Life is like a flower, which blooms to its fullest and withers in a blink of an eye. "The wind blows the velvet and the flowers fall like rain, and the rain touches the cheeks to lift the sorrow." I think the flowers are speechless, but they also know the sorrow.
The flowers bloom and fall, like the years flow by. The years always slip away quietly inadvertently, leaving only those romantic new poems and old words for future generations to savor...
(On weekend tours, everyone will share the fare and food expenses equally, and bring camping equipment)
