Notes on Lesson 6 on Chinese 7, specific !!

What is the main content of the walk in lesson 6? Natural segments.

"Visiting Friends in the Mountains".

When I walked out the door, I collided with the breeze, which smelled of dew and gardenia flowers. Morning, so refreshing!

I didn't take a car, I didn't invite a companion, I didn't bring any gifts, I was in a good mood, I walked on a secluded path and went to visit my friends alone.

That old bridge was the first old friend I was going to visit. Ah, Lao Qiao, you are like a respectable old man, who has stood on this stream for hundreds of years, right? How many men and horses have you crossed the other bank, and the rolling river flows into the distance, and you hunch over and stare down at the shadows of the people, the fish, and the moon in the water.

The years are long, the waves are gone, the bubbles are scattered, but you are still the same.

Walking into this wood, the birds call my name, and the dew exchanges glances with me. Every tree is my confidant, they are greeted with boundless greenery, and every tree is looking at me. I leaned against a tree, quietly, as if I were a tree myself.

The roots that grow from my feet sink deep into the earth and rock; The hair grows into a canopy, the arms into branches, and the blood into the sap of the tree, whirling and flowing in the rings.

Of all the things in this mountain, which one is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: Hello, cool mountain spring!

You held out a mirror, did you want me to redress? Hello, 汩 (gǔ) 汩's stream! You are reciting little poems, are you inviting me to sing peace with you?

Hello, Flying Waterfall! You are born with a golden voice, and what a majestic tenor. Hello, steep cliffs!

The deep canyon sets off your tall body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom. Hello, Yoyo Baiyun! Your white figure makes the sky full of tranquility and becomes more blue.

Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I'm guessing you're talking about the good scenery you see during the flight.

Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hand, I sniffed (xiù) the fragrance of nature; Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate textures, I saw the mystery of life it contained, and on their way to the dirt, I joined in this brief but meaningful ritual; Picking up a stone and tapping it gently, I heard the sound of an ancient volcano erupting, and heard the echo of time rumbling.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds. The world was full of rain, and the rocks above me were like giant umbrellas held up for me. The place where I stood became a good place to watch the rain, and who can say that it was not the blessing of heaven and earth?

The rain stopped. A few dog (quǎn) barks were heard in the valley, and a flock of homing birds swept over the cloud ridge. It's time for me to go home. I waved softly, said goodbye to my friends in the mountains, and brought back a good mood, good memories, and moonlight all the way.