Song Yugui
The boat moved to the other side, the waterline opened, and the warm wind and the fragrance of the sun were declining.
The mountains are full of smoke and waves, and Bai Ou's poems are flying.
When the ship leaves the shore, it will ripple. The tea fragrance in the warm sun and the wind is the season when plum blossoms wither. The looming mountains are like a picture on the scroll between heaven and earth, and pigeons fly over the poems with great interest.
When the author of this poem visited the lake in spring, he saw the beautiful scenery in early spring and had the impulse to write poetry, so he left this poem. There is another kind: this is a poem describing the scenery, describing the beautiful scenery seen while boating on the lake. From one side of the lake to the other, the boat drew a soft waterline on the lake. What a beautiful day it is. The sunshine is warm and the wind sends plum fragrance. The mountains in the distance are misty, like the colors in ink painting. Bai Ou flies in the sky from time to time, arousing my infinite poetry.