Raindrops washed the winding path and stirred up drops of water.
Rain drifted into the mirror-like bright lake, surrounded by long waterlines, and gradually dispersed into the lake in circles.
There is a birch tree by the lake. Its leaves are like yellow butterflies dancing in the rain. There is a thick layer of fallen leaves at the root of the tree, which seems to make a colorful cloak for the tree to shelter her from the wind and rain.
On the opposite side of the lake is a large green meadow, and the soft meadow sucks the sweet "milk" from the sky.
There is a family on the shore, the yellow brick is very old, and the water drops are dripping down the corner of the tile eaves. The waterwheel in front of the house creaks and looks very leisurely.