"The clouds are hidden in the green mountains, and the flowing water creates waves in the wild ponds." The setting sun in late spring is like blood, pouring out the afterglow wantonly. The rolling green mountains seem to be hiding and hiding behind misty clouds, with only their steep outlines exposed. The clouds and mist are like fairy silk, gently entwining, like a dream, adding to the mystery of otherworldly things. At the foot of the mountain, a meandering stream is crystal clear. The strong wind roared by, ruffling the water surface, and the ripples of light danced wantonly on the wild pond. The grass beside the pond is luxuriant and swaying in the wind, telling the secret story of the fairyland. The exotic flowers and grasses are in full bloom, and the rich fragrance attracts the fluttering of colorful butterflies.
