It is raining in April, and sharp bamboo shoots have emerged in the dense green bamboo forest in front of the door. The slightly chilly spring breeze swayed through the bamboo forest, and the branches and leaves were rustled. Between the green gaps, there is a faint touch of charming red looming. It turns out that peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the red of peach blossoms is a vibrant color, scrambling to dress up the spring in April.
A strong wind blew, and the peach petals floated down with several bamboo leaves, and fell into Ying Ying Lake, rippling in the small whirlpool blown by the spring breeze. This festival, the lake is still cold, only a few playful ducklings on the lake decorate this landscape picture with falling bamboo leaves and peach blossoms.
Give it to me. I've tried to call myself. . . . .