The village is at the foot of an isolated mountain. When I was in primary school, I learned to organize a spring outing. To put it bluntly, I climbed the mountain together, and the wretched at the foot of the mountain didn&;t run on the mountain. . . I left at 6 o&;clock in the morning, and I really forgot after passing several hills. It was about ten o&;clock, and I arrived halfway up the destination hill. There were forest guards living here. At that time, my mouth was thirsty and I drank all the water I brought. . I asked for some water to drink at the door of the ranger&;s house and rested my feet. . Soon I heard the sound that shouldn&;t have appeared in the deep forest, the clicking sound of three hops, and a tricycle came up along the dirt road from far and near. It turned out that a school at the foot of the mountain also organized a trip up the mountain. The same destination, others walked for less than an hour, and there were tricycles pulling gravitational snacks. . Let&;s take a look at a few dusty people in our industry. . The key road is far away. When I first went up the mountain, I was still in groups. When I walked, I dispersed. The older ones in the fifth grade dared to walk in groups by themselves. Although the third and fourth grades were separated, at least there was a teacher to follow. . At that time, it was just a few young boys, sitting there staring at the coke in the tricycle, working hard along the narrow path and even wading through the withered grass, and finally walking here, they were able to drive up, and they felt that the whole person was not good at that time. . . .