On the side of the mountain some cannot calculate measuring the height of the building.

It is a mountain, the mountain of overgrown with weeds and jungle, covered with white paper and the piles of the tomb.

Dreamed of in a flash difference to pull open. The depth of the lingering thoughts like write lyrics. Dead, what's the point? Alive, what is the value?

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Busy all day not intentional. Spare time thought of love, career, family love, friendship. Is that there is no thought that green filled with trees and grass, colorful flowers and BaoLei, the calm mind suddenly enlightened rainbow after the rain, the head of the blue sky. White clouds, and birds. And suddenly touching the water in the mountain.

How much time back home, watching the sunset in the mountains down, listen to the well flying birds twitter called, feeling from underground water cools the ding-dong, see the distant mountains and Jeremy goldkorn, as well as in the jungle, which is totally neatly long picnic, sleep in the evening on the grass in the open to hear of the worm light at night...

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Unable to describe the good and noble sentiment. A mountain, located in the hometown of the soil at home and left me through overlapping ignorance of stone and NiBa Road for several times, when ignorance of boring let me miss. Once upon a time... Originally I only belong to natural, not to return to earth. Don't want to grow up, and time just tested the fragile life.

Really want to make a pot of wine, drunk in my country.

山的一边上又多了几幢无法算测高度的楼房。

那是一座山，一座长满野草和丛林的山，还有就是那一堆堆挂满白纸的坟墓。

没想到差别竟在一瞬间拉了开。像写抒情诗一样地缠绵思想的深度。死了，有何意义?活着，有何价值?

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整天忙碌无心。空闲的时候想到过爱情，事业，亲情，友情。就是没有想到过那绿腾腾的树林和野草，那缤纷的花儿和苞蕾，那雨后沉着思想豁然开朗的彩虹，那头上的蓝天。白云和飞鸟。还有忽然触到的山中水流。

多少次回到家乡，看夕阳夹在山中落下的情景，听那学成飞舞的小鸟儿叽喳叫过，感受来自地下的水的清冽叮咚，看远方的山峦和高岗，还有就是在那些长得整整齐齐的丛林中搞野炊，睡在空旷傍晚的草地上听入夜的虫儿轻鸣……

无法形容那些好和高尚的情操。家乡的一座山，家乡的土，留下了我走过重叠无知好几次的石头和泥巴路，小时侯无知时的趣让我怀念。从前……本来我只属于自然，不回归尘世。本来不想长大，而时间硬是检验了脆弱的生命。

真的想提一壶酒，醉到在我的乡村。