There are many trees on Jieshi Mountain, and all kinds of grass grow luxuriantly.
The autumn wind is rustling and the waves on the sea are sky-high.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to start from this vast ocean.
The Milky Way is dotted with stars, as if it were born in this vast ocean.
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Tourists pass the bleak Gubei Mountain, and the boat goes along with a green river. The spring tide rises, and the rivers on both sides are wider. Sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The red sun broke through the night and rose from the sea. Spring on the river is as early as the end of the year. I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. When will Guiyan fly to Luoyang?
On a bright spring day, I believe Malay arrived at Qiantang Lake, from Gushan Temple to Jiagongting West. A spring rain has just passed. Clouds and gases are connected with microwaves on the lake surface, as if attached to the water surface. The lake is full, almost flush with the shore. There are euphemistic cries of orioles in the distance and near. These messengers of spring are playing and chasing, scrambling to fly to the sunny branches. The newly returned swallows are flying up and down by the lake. They are busy with mud and nesting. Along the way, a cluster in the east and a cluster in the west are almost dazzling. Spring grass on the road just emerged from the soil, just enough to cover the horseshoe. Spring God hangs flowers on trees and spreads grass on the ground for people to enjoy, but I am most fascinated by the area around Hudong, where trees are shaded and Bai Causeway lies quietly by the lake, which really makes people linger.
Looking at the bleak breath of Akita, "the faint cry of the old vine", the desolate and withered wormwood, the lonely and withered vine branches, and sometimes the unlucky "faint cry", quack quack quack, the breath of autumn dusk suddenly involved in the hearts of the poor and homeless.