晨霭笼罩着巍峨的青山,层林尽染上深秋的颜色,成熟的晚稻穗穗饱满低垂。又是一年收获时。川西北的深山长谷里,一片片风洞群或是长啸或是低吟,向大山倾诉着这里的过往和将来。站在山外,极目远眺,鬼斧神工、壁立千仞的鹰嘴岩,如同苍鹰的利嘴,险峻无比,让人望而生畏。沿着苏包河溯流而上,从另一个角度望去,它又变身为温婉柔情的美女峰, Morning mist shrouded towering green hills, storied to dye late autumn colors, mature late rice full spike spike. Another year harvest time. In the deep valley of northwestern Sichuan, a group of wind tunnel groups either shouts or whispered to the mountains to talk about the past and the future here. Standing outside the mountain, looking out into the distance, ghost ax, thousands of hanging eagle mouth rock, as goshawk Lee mouth, extremely steep, daunting. Tracing along the Su Bao River, looked from another angle, it turned into a beauty of gentle tenderness peak,