Gao Fei stood on a mountain beam, looking around, and everywhere he could see, there were mountains of high and low.

The mountains are not high cliffs and steep cliffs, nor are they majestic and strange, but the mountains are connected to the sky, and the white mist is thick and falling, and under the reflection of the morning light, a reckless breath of Pei Peiran is blowing in the face, which can not make people feel tightness in the chest.

The mountains are full of black pressed trees, which are sparse and not dense, and you can feel that the mountains are so bare.

From time to time, the mountain wind blows, and the fog and smoke whist, and when it sweeps over the mountain, it blows up a piece of dust, flying in the air...

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