Endless mountains

The mountain is becoming soft and soft, and the shape of the mountain is also becoming soft.
The undulating hills looked like herds of cattle in a yellow dawn mist.
The mountains, indistinguishable as clouds, or as islands in the sea, seemed to shine a little from time to time to summon the ships of the night
The mountains on both sides of the river, like big axes, cut into the sky, straight up and down.