Article two: Ji'nan's landscape

　　Nine as the mountain is named because of the waterfall, the waterfall is flowing away from the mountain.

　　Mountain, Lin Mao, the Sichuan danger, the spring Qing, the depth of the pool, the waterfall urgent... She was in the middle of the mountains of the south, the wind in the clouds.

　　Standing on a piece of green stone near the waterfall, the foot was a woof water and a little rippling. It is a piece of glass. The underwater leaves clearly visible under the soft grass, in the bottom. The above is a small waterfall pond, such as a piece of light satin, neither fast nor slow down the stream, beside a twig stretched over, was struck with the waterfall.

　　On the next black wooden plank, a small "creak" sound, there are always out of one or two branches on the top of the head, do not know what species, but only remember the little lovely warm orange flowers. There are many unknown insects in the feet and in the air, and occasionally look at me, like the owner of the mountain. The light is to pay attention to these, unconsciously has gone to the end of the wooden trestle, and then the cement road leading to the big waterfall.

　　Through the cement road, hear the "rumble" of the sound of water, tighten running. Stood for a moment, my heart thump look, his eyes, as if so you can make it permanently fixed.

　　How beautiful!

　　It is different from the beauty of the waterfall. It is not a spotlessly clean touch, but like all the wind and frost are underfoot, Qili do not speak the truth.

　　The water pouring down from a height, with cries of joy, Pentium, mercilessly pound that Wang great pond, without hesitation, determined to drop down. The boulders on both sides embraced it.

　　My father and I sat on a stone, and I put my hand into the cool, clear water and stroked the soft green moss on the underwater stone. A little girl with a braid on the shore was holding a long thin steel tube. There was a sudden, slender column of water, crossed from my field of vision. The girl gave me a naughty smile and was as bright as a flower.

　　On the way, see the ripe small persimmon bent the branches, the red dragonfly flying in the sky, do not give up, it is to stay in love.

　　Nine however, she bowed to the ancient Qilu culture, mountain springs.