And the mountains of yunnan are hidden in many low-key mountains. When a drizzle falls, the dust is washed out, the land is plentiful, and a piece of wood is produced quietly in the middle of the puddle. And the mountains are uncultivated and unmanageable, and they grow only by the rain of the sky, and are silent, but they hide the purest smell of the mountains。
The land is dry and rough in the sun, and the earth's ears are hidden between dust and grass, silent and difficult to detect. It is only the summer rain that is asphalted, and the soil becomes wet and soft, that they slowly stretch out their bodies, spread along the earth's floors, brightly coloured, softly tenderly, like a small piece of platinum in scattered ground, strewn on the edges of the fields, the earth, the slopes and the grasses, fresh and refreshing。
After the rain, when the air was fresh and wet, the countrymen were carrying baskets and crouching on the slopes to pick up wood. With a light tip of the fingertips, this mountain may be picked up without luxuriousness, without noise, only with the warmth of clay and the sweetness of rain. It does not have the appearance of mushrooms, nor the beauty of flowers, nor is it so simple, but the most modest gift from the mountains。
Cleaning the mud, the earth's ears are rare on the table. It can be cooked, eggs cooked, soup cooked, and without too much sauce and simple single cooking, it can release unique scents. The entrance is soft and smooth, fresh and fresh, and the spirit of the mountain is locked in a plate, purified and filled with a heart. The usual farm table, which tastes like wild vegetables, adds a few natural poems and fireworks。
The earth's ears are born of dust, and they are made to be ordinary, and they do not seek to shine, and they do not exalt, and they are born of the earth in silence. It is nourished by the wind and the rain, and it hides in the mountains, as though it were a simple life in the countryside, a simple life, but a taste for itself, and a tenderness for itself。
Smack and rain, and smell. The most common small mountain objects carry the tenderness of the country's old age and hide the taste of the most pristine and sweetest people in the mountain。
