Woman by the Youshui River

The long Youshui River meanders through, and in the shallow water of the river, there are flocks of mandarin ducks... Not far away, boats return late, fishermen's songs sound, and egrets fly... The rain in March is fluttering, wetting your eyes and your blood. In my heart... The morning mist is hazy, like a mystery... Over the years, in the middle valley of Wuling Mountain, there is an ancient river port, which appears and disappears in memory, as if telling a mysterious and touching story...