Pick up a fallen flower and hold it in your hand. I can smell the fragrance of nature. What do you mean?

Using olfactory description, write the exploration and thinking triggered by A Falling Flower, and write the poetry and beauty of nature and life through association and imagination, praising nature and life.

This passage comes from Li Hanrong's prose "Visiting Friends in the Mountains", the first lesson of sixth grade Chinese in the national general textbook.

Visiting friends in the mountains is a lyric prose with novel conception, imagination, childlike innocence and curiosity. With a good mood, the author walked into the mountains, visited "friends in the mountains" and exchanged feelings with "friends", creating a picturesque fairy tale world and expressing his love for nature.

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When I walked out of the gate, I was hit by a breeze, which smelled of dew and gardenia. Good morning, how refreshing!

No bus, no friends, no gifts. I took a quiet path in a good mood and went to visit my friends alone.

That old bridge was the first old friend I visited. Ah, old bridge, you have stood on this stream for hundreds of years, like a respected old man. How many people have you crossed? The river is rolling into the distance. You look down at the figures, fish shadows and moon shadows in the water. Years are long, sparkling, and bubbles are scattered. Only you are still there.

Walking into this forest, the birds called my name, and the dew exchanged eyes with me. Every tree is my bosom friend. They bring boundless green to my face, and every tree is looking at me.

I leaned against a tree quietly, as if I were a tree. Roots that grow under my feet go deep into the soil and rocks; Hair grows into a crown, arms become branches, and blood becomes the sap of a tree, rotating and flowing in the annual rings.

Everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: hello, cool mountain spring! You take out a mirror. Do you want me to freshen up? Hello, gurgling stream! You are reciting a poem. Are you asking me to sing with you? Hello, waterfall! Your natural golden voice and powerful tenor are too imposing.

Hello, steep cliff! Deep canyons set off your tall and straight body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom. Hello, Youyou Baiyun! Your white figure makes the sky quieter and bluer. Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I guess you mean the good scenery you saw on the flight.

Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hand, I smelled the fragrance of nature; Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate texture, I saw the mystery of life contained in it. On their way to Tudi, I joined this short and meaningful ceremony; Tapping with a stone, I heard the sound of ancient volcanic eruption and the echo of time rumbling.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds. It's raining all over the world, and the rock above me is like a huge umbrella to me. The place where I stood became a good place to watch the rain. Who can say that this is not the grace given to me by heaven and earth?

The rain stopped. Several dogs barked in the valley, and a flock of homing birds flew over Yunling. I should go home. I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to my friends in the mountains, bringing back a good mood, good memories and good moonlight all the way.