During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, I opened a light blue umbrella and sat at the end of the stream, watching the sunrise and the ebb and flow of clouds in Yun Qi. This ever-present desire has penetrated into my veins and given me an elegant attitude towards life. In fact, to understand the true meaning of life requires the accumulation of years and the simplicity of truth. Jiangnan in the dream is never noisy, never luxurious, never grandstanding, it is peaceful and realistic, it is the quiet beauty in life, and it is the initial innocence of life.
On both sides of the gently rippling stream, there are wild flowers taller than the horse's head, colorful, as long as endless brocade, as dazzling as the glow in the sky, as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky.
Time is like an elf, leaving only a distant figure and a ray of regret in an instant. Yes, the gurgling streams merge into a turbulent ocean, and today's transition condenses the wonderful tomorrow. Let us correct the navigation mark in our endeavor, push ourselves forward in our efforts, open our minds and look far, so that our feelings will always be alive and our spirit will always be alive.
There is always a ups and downs peach blossom mixed in the stream, which flows through the peach blossom valley. Petals float on the water, like boats drifting with the tide. The tall pine tree with a huge crown and its brothers came to beautify the mountains and water. They are the guards here, faithfully guarding this pure land.