The sun is just right, the weather is clear, the climate is pleasant, the occasional breeze blows through the mountains and forests, and the leaves are stepping on the leaves in the full green, which is neither hot nor cold.
Stepping on the forest mountain road cushioned by large and small stones, stepping through the slightly moist soil, the huge roar of the waterfall in my ears, the two columns of water like two white horses hanging down in the air, the slightly moist air flow is the water of this mountain.
Zheng Xiujing's performance made Yang Mo very satisfied, seeing that he was about to reach the sermon stone, Zheng Xiujing only breathed slightly, thinking that when he was in Hawaii, Zheng Xiuyan, who was a scumbag, was carried to Koko Corner by him, and Zheng Xiujing was also tired and paralyzed after climbing on it, although there was no exercise during that time, but it also showed that Zheng Xiujing's physical strength was not good at that time.
But after a few months of exercise, she has been able to withstand this kind of intensity of exercise, and the novice village has passed, and Yang Mo also has some confidence in the next trip.
The preaching stone is just a novice village, in addition to having a reason to take a look, he also wants to see Zheng Xiujing's physical strength in the wild, and he has some confidence.
The scenery of the stone top is very different, if the previous mountain climbing is a little childish, then the stone top is atmospheric and vast.
As far as the eye can see, a small stretch of Lysefjord can be seen, and the turquoise water reflects the turquoise mountains, leisurely in the twists and turns into the distance.
Of course, the main attraction is the knife-sharp mountain wall, which nature has carved into such a magical and spectacular line, and it is a sight to see from the platform at an altitude of 604 meters.
Zheng Xiujing looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but scream, like many people, this kind of scene always makes people feel excited.
"Come over here, Yang Mo, it's really beautiful here!"
Zheng Xiujing shouted to Yang Mo, who was walking slowly behind.
Yang Mo smiled and walked to her side: "Running so fast, it's not that you can't see it." ” Zheng Xiujing looked ahead, silent, the corners of her mouth curled, and she grinned: "It turns out that Yang Mo, you have always seen such a beautiful scenery. ” Yang Mo turned his head to look at her, turned his head to look ahead, and said with a smile: "Yes, what a beautiful scenery, these are the most fascinating." ” As if they had agreed, the two looked at the front calmly, where the clouds were rolling, the green mountains were green, and the green water was like waves, and they were silent.
After a long time, Zheng Xiujing seemed to have made some decision, turned her head to Yang Mo, and shouted very seriously: "Yang Mo." ” "Huh?"
Yang Mo turned his head to look at her.
"I've decided, I'm going to see these scenery with you in the future, and you have to take me with you when you go to play!"
Yang Mo was stunned and smiled slightly: "If you are free, I will definitely take you with me, don't complain when the time comes." ” "Absolutely—no!"
Zheng Xiujing said in an emphatic tone.
"Okay, let's go together."
Yang Mo said, taking Zheng Xiujing's little hand and walking towards the edge of the cliff, Zheng Xiujing was a little scared, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Yang Mo, but Yang Mo's face was flat, or a little yearning, as if there was something fascinating in front of him.
If this kind of expression was placed on someone else's face, Zheng Xiujing would definitely wonder if the other party wanted to commit suicide, but on Yang Mo's face, she felt relieved, and she didn't hesitate at the moment and followed.
The two of them stood hand in hand on the edge of the sermon stone, looking down, there was a high straight mountain wall, and there was a violent wind outlet, and if one was not careful, he would fall.
The feet of the two were firmly rooted in the stone, and at this time the effect of Tai Chi was revealed, and the wind could not blow down, both of them started from the pile, and their feet were very stable, Zheng Xiujing, who was still complaining about Yang Mo letting her stand on the pile earlier, now finally felt the benefits of kung fu, that is, closer to beauty.
Yang Mo looked down at the emptiness under his feet in a daze, and then raised his head to look ahead.
In his previous life, he fell to his death from a cliff, and when a gust of wind blew, he fell, and then he came.
But he doesn't have any psychological shadow at all now, but he is deeply touched by watching this kind of scene.
Forget it, it's all over, there's nothing to think about.
Yang Mo shook his head, threw all these distracting thoughts behind him, and began to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him.
It didn't take too long to stand at the tuyere, and the two returned to a safer place to start preparing for shooting, which was their purpose - photography!
Two people, two cameras, each taking pictures of the places they like to shoot, the general direction is the same, but in some details, the two will have different treatments.
Zheng Xiujing's literary and artistic style is very strong, the photos are all strong personal colors, and the perspective is also very strange, maybe she can't understand it, but she understands the meaning herself, and the effect is also very good; Yang Mo's style is more realistic and natural, in other words, more immersive.
The two of them ate something on it, then walked around the neighborhood, and for the sake of time, finally came down before dark, and then found a meal on the street to replenish their somewhat unsatisfied stomach pouches, and returned to the inn.
I had to go to sleep when it got dark, because when it was time for Yang Mo to go to bed, Zheng Xiujing looked at Yang Mo with a little unhappy pouting.
"Not happy?"
Yang Mo hooked her nose and looked at her funny.
"Nope."
Zheng Xiujing had an angry expression on her face.
"Cute."
Yang Mo smiled slightly and touched her head, "See you tomorrow, you have to have fun, you will start working hard the day after tomorrow." ” "I'm not afraid."
"I knew Xiujing was very brave."
Yang Mo said in a coaxing tone.
Zheng Xiujing snorted arrogantly: "Of course!
” "Sleep, tomorrow to Sogn Gorge."
"Hmm."
Reluctantly, Zheng Xiujing could only look at Yang Mo's departing back, kicked the quilt angrily, and then grabbed the pillow and jumped backwards, sinking into the soft big bed.
Sognefjord is the longest and deepest fjord in the world, with a total length of 204 kilometers and a maximum depth of 1,308 meters.
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The morning was shrouded in mist, and some people had not yet woken up from their sleep, but Sogn Gorge had been waiting quietly for people full of anticipation as it had been on countless ordinary days in the past.
A newspaper, a cup of coffee, Yang Mo and Zheng Xiujing sat on the deck of the cruise ship and waited for departure, they came a little early, there was still a period of time before departure, but they were not the earliest, there were people earlier than them, and now they were dozing off not far away, it is conceivable that this state will disappear without a trace in a short time, and all of them will be lost in the charm of Sogn Gorge.
After reading a newspaper, drinking a cup of coffee, the whistle is blowing, and the big ship slowly opens.
The misty shrouded fjord, the beautiful villages embedded in the mountains, the foothills are a large meadow, and the dense and verdant forests are not far away, just like the scene in the manga written by Hayao Miyazaki, and the calm wind is just the right to interpret the atmosphere called tranquility.
What reverberates in my heart is a kind of poetic thing called landscape, which is different from "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has crossed the ten thousand mountains", and it is also different from "the lonely sail is far away and the sky is clear, only the Yangtze River skyline flows", here is more like an idyllic scenery, like a hidden paradise, a fairy tale, and "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring".
What is the role of poetry, poetry allows you to look forward to the morning dew and sunset when you see a vast field during your journey, instead of a bland "oh" and then turn away.
To use a more vivid analogy, it's like looking at a photo you took yourself and looking at the work of a master.
Yang Mo took Zheng Xiujing's little hand and stood on the deck looking at the scenery ahead, Zheng Xiujing leaned on his shoulder, everything was so bad, if it weren't for those people next to him.
"Wang Lei, take a picture for me."
"Okay, right away."
"Let's take a selfie, eggplant."
"Click."
"Wow, it's beautiful."
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Looking down from the deck, jellyfish float up and down in the clear water, with a tail of swimming fish flicking its tail freely, and then the depth is pitch black, and the visibility of the sea here is far from the draft of a cruise ship.
It may be a little boring to stand and look at the scenery all the time, and no matter how beautiful the scenery is, you also need to add some condiments, such as a picnic, such as the frolic of men and women, such as sitting in the grass to feel the stubbornness of the grass and the soothing of the sun.
The two of them walked around the boat, picked up the camera and took pictures of the rhythm that they could feel in front of them, maybe it was light and shadow, maybe it was someone's smiling face, maybe it was the mountains in the distance.
The boat stopped in the town for eleven hours, and everyone had enough time to enjoy the view.
Yang Mo and Zheng Xiujing put on their backpacks and walked down the stairs, looking up at the mountain peaks in front of them, there were sparse houses under the mountain, rarely with more than two floors, which looked very clean and very rustic.
"Let's go, go up and have a look."
Yang Mo said, taking the lead in walking up, Zheng Xiujing once again glanced at the scenery in front of her and followed.
In front of every house in the town are full of flowers, some of which have a flower pot hanging from the eaves with an unknown flower in it.
"Yang Mo, I also want to plant so many flowers at home."
Zheng Xiujing looked at the scene in front of her and said with yearning.
"Didn't I plant a lot?"
"More than that, I love flowers."
Zheng Xiujing said stubbornly.
"Well, I'll have flowers on the balcony and under the eaves, a vegetable garden in the yard, and a big garden."
Zheng Xiujing pursed her lips, nodded heavily, and raised her camera to take pictures of the beautiful scenery in front of her.
"Xiujing."
Yang Mo shouted.
"Huh?"
Zheng Xiujing subconsciously looked over, only to see a camera facing her, click, the camera was put down, revealing Yang Mo's smiling face.
"It's beautiful."
"I want to see it."
Zheng Xiujing ran over to see the photos in Yang Mo's camera.
Yang Mo brought out the photo to show her, Zheng Xiujing nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the stream not far away and said, "Go there and stand, I'll take a picture for you." ” "Okay
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