In the valley where the morning light dews, the air seems to have been carefully prepared by nature's painter, and every breath is a purification of the turbid air of the world. Here, time seems to be still immersed in last night's rain feast, unwilling to leave in a hurry - beside the old wooden eaves, crystal water droplets danced a cheerful waltz, gently tapping on the path paved with bluestone slabs, splashing circles of delicate ripples. The mist is like a shy fairy, and the gauze is dancing, covering this ancient forest path with a dreamy gauze, making people shiver involuntarily, but at the same time indulge in this cool embrace.
