我喜欢登山。记得七年前与好友一起登华山,我们从下午三点开始上山,一边聊天,一边向上爬,时而驻足,闭上眼睛感受山间的清风,风儿凉爽怡人;时而坐着青石板上,侧耳聆听林间清脆的鸟叫声,歌声悦耳动听;时而停歇,嗅嗅那路边探出脑袋来的花朵,花香沁人心脾。美景让我们忘记了旅途的疲惫,忘记了以“险”著称的华山中前路的艰辛,经过五个多小时的攀登, I like climbing. I remember seven years ago with my friends Deng Huashan, we started from 3 pm up the mountain, while chatting, while climbing up, sometimes stop, close your eyes and feel the breeze in the mountains, the wind cool and pleasant; sometimes sitting on the bluestone, Listening to the forest whisper crisp sound of birds, singing melodious sound; sometimes stop, sniffing the road to the head out of flowers, flowers refreshing. We forgot the beauty of the journey tired, forget the “hardship” known Huashan Road, the hardships, after more than five hours of climbing,