A Love Fairy Tale
The verdant mountains, lush foliage forming an expansive sea of trees, and the dazzling mountain flowers in full bloom are like flower boats floating on this green ocean. Atop the mountains, the misty haze drapes gently like a veil, resembling the skirt of a fairy descending to earth, scattering petals. In the high sky, a red sun plays hide-and-seek with the clouds, sometimes hiding in their folds, sometimes peeking out from behind them.
When the clouds part, the red sun looks like a drunkard, and the sunlight bursting forth are the drunken words. When the clouds gather, they act as guardians of the sun, forming a beautiful flower umbrella. The mountain remains the same, the ridge unchanged, and at the foot of the mountain lies my childhood paradise. Gazing at this paradise, I recall my childhood home. The mountains, endlessly stretching, hide my childhood secrets, and the ridges, endlessly extending, sing the songs of my childhood.
Ah, childhood, a melodious song, with a beautiful little girl in it. This beautiful little girl grew up in a tranquil village, a place where birds sing and flowers bloom. On the gentle slopes, a few dark thatched cottages quietly overlook the distance. The mottled walls sprout green grass, like patterns embroidered by fairies.
The grass sways in the wind, singing spring’s songs. Wisps of cooking smoke call family members back from the fields for meals. In front of the door, a small spotted dog lies lazily, licking itself, its tired eyes dreaming of a free paradise. A fence adorned with mountain flowers surrounds the house, with trumpet flowers blooming on it, playing the symphony of the countryside.
A shepherd boy, sitting on a cow, plays a flute as he approaches. The vast dusk forms the background, and his leisurely silhouette is like a watercolor painting, with the flute’s gentle sound as its narration. The blending of scenery and emotion creates a melodious childhood song in this quiet village.
In the spring, the mountain peaks are adorned with blooming peach and pear flowers, spreading like a floral carpet. When the wind blows, petals flutter like fairies scattering flowers. When the wind calms, the flowers bow their heads, like shy beauties adjusting their makeup.
The sun hides behind the clouds, afraid that the crimson flowers might outshine him, while the clouds wave their sleeves, trying to cool the fiery flowers. A few magpies sing on the branches, their songs echoing across the ridges. Swallows fly in, carrying twigs to build nests, hoping to thrive in this beautiful spring, bringing life and hope to the silent mountains.
Along the mountain stream, a small creek sings as it flows, dancing a captivating waltz down the winding path. The splashing water is like firecrackers celebrating in the mountains. The grass stretches, making faces by the creek, hiding and laughing.
The little girl in the childhood song fell in love with this beautiful village. In spring, she wore a small straw hat and climbed the flower-covered slopes to pick spring flowers. Beautiful butterflies chased around her head, and floating willow catkins blurred her vision. Singing delightful mountain songs, she adorned her hair with flowers, the entire mountain bloom her stage for a spring dance.
The little girl in the childhood song fell in love with this beautiful village. In summer, she carried a small basket and followed the singing creek to pick mushrooms.
Swallows guided her way, magpies sang for her, and hidden mushrooms played hide-and-seek with her. After a fun game, her basket was filled with mushrooms, and the bubbling spring water accompanied her song of summer’s praise.
The little girl in the childhood song fell in love with this beautiful village. In autumn, with a small sickle on her back, she walked the fruit-laden paths to harvest.
The sun warmed her, the wind cooled her, and the hillside was filled with waiting fruits. After sweating from the hard work, her mouth was full of sweet juice. The floating clouds were her canvas, on which she painted a spring scene.
The little girl in the childhood song fell in love with this beautiful village. In winter, wearing a small cotton coat, she followed the snowy paths to build snowmen.
The cold wind couldn’t topple her, nor could the snow stop her. Her face turned red from the cold, her hands were frostbitten, but after her efforts, a cute snowman stood before her. The flying snowflakes were her fabric, on which she embroidered a spring tapestry.
In this beautiful village lives a pretty little girl who sings melodious childhood songs every day.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
