Early in the morning,
The fog on the lake has not cleared yet.
Two small boats were on the water,
The wooden oars cut through the waves,
Frightened many water birds, < /p>
The water surface left a circle of ripples,
spreading out, spreading, and rippling.
Facing the rising sun in the morning,
Thousands of gold and silver needles,
thrown into the sparkling waves.
Faintly in the mist,
At the end of the lake,
There are many tall buildings,
The streets open their sleepy eyes, < /p>
Watching the passing vehicles,
the crowds are moving,
bustling.
This is the great time since the beginning of spring.
The plan for a day begins in the morning.
The plan for a year begins in the spring.
When you roll up your sleeves and work hard,
A beautiful tomorrow is ahead.