————————— "Looking at the Sea"
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. The boatman's paddle woke me up, and I looked at the distant scenery in a gloomy way. A mist on the river makes the distant green hills waver. The mountain seems so far away that I can't even see the blue and black. The end of my journey may still be on the other side of the mountain. The reflection of the mountain is so long, and the boat is quietly driving on the mirror-like lake of jade, as if afraid of waking up something. The sunset glow reflected the lake, and everything became fiery red. All this seems to be changing too fast, and the fish in the water are also curious to show their heads. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. At this time, the tide is rising and the river is wider. At this moment, I am the only one on the Yangtze River. I stood at the bow, and the river kept beating against the hull. Looking at the wide river and the fiery red sky, there is a feeling of vast expanse of sky and flowers. The breeze blew and the sails were full. The ship struggled along. Birds and insects are singing in the ear, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent. Lie down and enjoy what nature has brought me. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. When I woke up again, it was dawn, but the moon was still in the sky. Everything that happened last night came to my mind. Looking at the newborn sun again, I can't help but feel that the darkness is followed by dawn, and a sense of hope arises spontaneously. It suddenly occurred to me that the New Year is coming. There are mothers, wives and children at home, and there are scalpers and black dogs at home. At this time of last year, the family got together and respected each other. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. At this time, I am alone and unable to reunite with my relatives. I feel a little sad in my heart, but when I think that I am busy for my country and I am busy for my country, that feeling of sadness will gradually fade away. Whenever this happens, I will start writing letters from home. At this point, I have written several letters from home, but I don't know how to send them back to my hometown. No sooner had the geese returned to the north than the letter brought me back. Just ask the goose to deliver the letter. "My son travels, and I hope my mother will not be afraid of her son coming back. The geese flew south and north, and I came back from a long trip soon. "
-A berth at the foot of Mount Beibao.
In spring, I walked by the West Lake, from the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jiagongting. When the lake is at high tide, it is just flush with the bank, and the white clouds overlap each other and are connected with the waves on the lake. Several early oriole trees compete for sunshine, and new swallows nest with spring mud in their mouths. Countless colorful spring flowers gradually fascinated people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass just covered the horseshoe. I like walking in the east of the West Lake and enjoying the beautiful scenery. If I don't appreciate it enough, I will go to see the charming broken bridge in Green Liu Xia.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Crows returning to their nests at dusk perched on the branches of old vines, and the gurgling water under the bridge reflected several families with smoke curling up. On the desolate ancient road, facing the bleak autumn wind, a wanderer riding a thin horse slowly moved forward. The sun has set, and the wandering wanderer is still in the distance.
——————— "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"