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初冬的细雨泡软江南的那个清晨,太阳才刚刚出来,天空透出一股清新的气息,而梦境中的铜钹山又一次映入眼帘。一踏入铜钹山国家森林公园的山门,人就已经半醉。山气爽籁,空气如戏,久违了的自然气息包裹着匆匆到来的旅宾。抬头远观,山顶上还罩着一顶白云的帽子,半山腰以下,看到的依然是青翠的松竹,和偶尔飘落眼前的红叶,完全感受不到冬的萧瑟和冷漠。
In the early winter, the soft rain south of the soft Jiangnan that early morning, the sun just came out, the sky revealed a fresh breath, and the cymbals mountain dream came into view. As soon as you step into the gate of the cymbals Mountain National Forest Park, people are half drunk. Mountain sounds cool, the air is like a play, a long absence of the natural atmosphere wrapped in a hurry to come to the travelers. Looking up, the top of the mountain covered with a white cloud hat, halfway down the hill, saw the green bamboo is still, and occasionally falling in front of the leaves, do not feel the bleak winter and indifference.