I saw several rugged mountain islands standing on the vast sea, which was very spectacular. At this time, it is autumn, and the wind has already had a chill, blowing on the face like ice skates. The vegetation on the mountain should have withered, but when I looked around, it was lush.
Another bleak and biting sea breeze, I looked into the distance, the waves were rough and the leaves rustled. I don't think even the sun, the moon, the milky way and the stars have much courage to match this.
I was intoxicated. In this picturesque situation, I had to choose singing to express my inner joy.