On February 22nd, the weather was a little warmer. Some friends and I walked out of Dongzhimen and arrived in Man Jing. There are rows of tall willows on both sides of the levee, and the fertile land is a little wet. Looking around, it is an open scene, like a swan flying out of a cage (extremely relaxed). At this time, the ice on the river began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, rippling like fish scales. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom of the river, sparkling, as if the cosmetic box had just been opened, and cold light suddenly flashed out of the box. The mountains are so beautiful, smooth and charming after being washed away by melted snow water, as if a beautiful girl had just combed her hair after washing her face. Wicker is about to be stretched, but it hasn't been stretched yet. The tender tips are scattered in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are unearthed, about one inch high. There are not many tourists, but you can always see people drinking tea, singing with glasses and riding donkeys in colorful clothes in Jiquan. Although the wind is still strong, there will still be sweat on your back when you walk. Birds sunbathing on the beach and fish floating on the water are playing leisurely, and all animals are full of happy atmosphere. I just know if there is spring outside the suburbs, but people living in the city don't know.
I am the only idle official who can wander freely between rocks and vegetation without delaying his official duties because of traveling. Man Jing is near my residence, and I will start sightseeing from here. How can there be no recorded articles? Two years in yihai