The flying snow sprinkles on the reeds like silver arrows, don't say the flock of geese falls

On the 20th, I went to Aolai Peak, Kiln Side, and Goose Flock Gully. Sword peak angrily pierces the sky, accumulated iron pulls up a thousand ren; overlooking the ghost valley is secluded, next to the stalwart of the giant. Aolai Peak is sharp and layered, where the Red Eyebrow Army once stationed. The pines and cypresses stand tall by the kiln side, and the hundred-year-old ginkgo tree next to the sheepfold is tall and straight. The gullies are crisscrossed, the streams are flowing, and the mountain roads are winding. Perhaps some people think that Goose Flock Gully was once inhabited by flocks of wild geese, but they don't know that Mount Tai is not an ideal living environment for wild geese, just because this gully is named Goose Flock Gully like a flying flock of geese. It's snowing quietly again, deep in the forest, a stray black goat is giving birth, and the affection of licking the calf is touching.