It rained continuously for three months. People say that the mountain in front of us might as well be renamed Yushan.
It rained for three more days. The hiker came back after walking and said that it was not Rain Mountain, but Mud Mountain. His walking sticks and shoes were stuck in the mud, and it looked like a mountain that could eat people.
The rain stopped. The sky is still turbid, and the dark clouds are like a long river flowing above the human world. Sometimes the clouds sink and flow into the depths of the mountain. When they flow out again, they have turned into wisps of light white mist, surrounding the rocks and trees everywhere. This is the scene in the painter's mind. So he quickly set up the easel, held the pen, and sketched with all his heart.
Concept: ethereal