In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque. Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?