What is the next sentence of "the green hills are not old"?

The green hills are not old, and the green waters are evergreen.

Green mountains do not change, and green waters often flow.

1, the castle peak is not old: a metaphor for eternity. It's also a metaphor for a long time.

2. The Castle Peak is Never Old is a prose work created by Liang Heng. This paper introduces an old farmer from Shan Ye, who miraculously created an oasis in northwest Shanxi during 15 years, and created infinite value with limited life. The meaning of life has been infinitely expanded in the boundless green hills. It will be immortal with the green hills and will not grow old with age. This ordinary old man made us realize that Qingshan will not grow old!

3. Contemporary writer Liang Heng is from Huozhou, Shanxi. Born in 1946, graduated from China Renmin university 1968. He has been a reporter of Inner Mongolia Daily and Guangming Daily, and deputy director of the State Press and Publication Administration. He is a famous news theorist, essayist, popular science writer and political commentator. Currently, he is deputy editor-in-chief of People's Daily, doctoral supervisor of School of Journalism, Renmin University of China, member of the National Committee of Chinese Writers Association, executive director of the National Committee of China Journalists Association, and general consultant of primary and secondary school textbooks published by People's Education Publishing House. He has won many honorary titles such as National Youth Literature Award, Zhao Shuli Literature Award, National Excellent Popular Science Works Award and "Five Ones" Project Award of the Propaganda Department of the Communist Party of China. His main works include the scientific chapter-by-chapter novel "Popular Romance of Mathematics and Science", the news trilogy "Corner without News", the context of news green leaves, and the thinking of news principles. Prose Collection: Summer Sense and Qiu Si, Seeking Novelty, Shooting All over the Railroad, Notes on Famous Mountains and Rivers, Outstanding People, Liang Heng Volume and Collection of Works by Contemporary Prose Masters. In the past twenty years, he has won the tradition of classical landscape articles by focusing on landscape prose. This year, I devoted myself to the prose of figures, especially the writing of historical celebrities, "Find a ferry, find a ferry, and where to cross?" "And so on caused great repercussions in society. He is the author of prose collections, such as Finding the Crossroads, Washing the Dust, Shooting All over the Railroad, A Novel in the History of Science, Popular Romance of Mathematics and Science, Writing Research Collection, Political Review Collection and so on. He has won the Youth Literature Award, Zhao Shuli Literature Award, National Excellent Popular Science Works Award, National Excellent Journalist Award and Five One Projects Award from the Propaganda Department of the CPC. Liang Heng's prose consists of nine volumes. There is already a Jinci Temple. Find the ferry, find the ferry, and where to cross? Many works, such as "A Hundred Years of Beauty", "Shooting over the railing", "Summer Feelings" and so on. , has been selected into middle school and university textbooks. "Summer" was selected as the first volume of the seventh grade of junior high school people's education edition. Castle peak is not old "was selected as the sixth grade lesson 16 of the People's Education Press for skimming the text.

4. The original text of Castle Peak is as follows:

Outside the window are towering willows. The yard is in the ravine, and there are trees all over the mountain. We sat cross-legged on the heatable adobe sleeping platform, just like sitting in a boat, surrounded by green waves. When the wind blows, the treetops roll over the waves, and there are sparkling leaves. I know the environment in which this ravine is located. This is the northwest of China, where Siberian winds often wreak havoc, and where all monsters hostile to life, such as drought, frost and sandstorm, are entrenched. In the past, the wind and sand blew here and it could be buried all the way to the city head. The county annals said: "When the wind is strong, you can let a boasting horse walk backwards, or you can lift it 23 feet and fall." In such a sinister place, the skinny old man opposite me with a long pipe actually created this oasis.

I also know the small environment of this yard. Three rooms in a row, leaving only one old man. Every morning, the old man gets up and grabs a handful of firewood to cook, and carries dry food with him into the ditch and up the hill. Come back at night, eat, smoke a pack of cigarettes and go to bed. At the age of 65, he organized seven old people to start managing this ditch, and now five people have died. His respectable wife has shared joys and sorrows with him all her life; One day, when he came back from planting trees, he found her lying quietly on the kang, dead. He is 8 1 year old and knows that he will not get up one day. His only daughter came back from the city again and again and took him out to enjoy the rest of his life. He didn't leave. He believes that planting trees is the choice of fate, and the green hills behind the house are the destination of life.

He knocked on the pipe and said slowly, the village cadres respectfully added ... 15, 8 ditches were afforested, 7 windbreaks were built, and 3,700 mu of forest nets were built. It was a miracle. Last winter, he used the income from forestry to help every villager buy a TV set-he also had grand ideas, and he kept planting trees until he couldn't climb up.

After chatting in the house, the old man accompanied us to the ditch to see the trees. Poplar and willow stand on the hillside of the ravine like arms and legs. Their roots can't be seen, and the mud of mountain torrents buried the lower part of the tree, but the tree bravely resisted its fierceness. The mountain has lost its original slope shape, and layers of stairs are formed according to layers of trees. The old man said, "The mud under this tree root is also two meters thick, which is good soil." Yes, by saving these loess, we have this green tree. With this green tree, we have saved this land.

After seeing the trees, we said goodbye at the village entrance. The old man walked slowly into his small yard with crutches. My nose hurts-maybe the old man will never get out when he goes in. As an old farmer in Shan Ye, he realized his value in this way. He has turned his life into another way. It is really the coexistence of mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon shine together. This ordinary old man made me realize that green hills are not old.