Drizzle to the river

"The spring eyes are silent and the flow is fine, and the trees are like water and love the softness." Since ancient times, how many scholars have loved water and loved water. The water in the Three Gorges is a green lake, and the water in the Qiantang River is stunned. Who knows how cute and charming the stream in my hometown is.

With an umbrella, walked by the river. The rain is still the next one, and the water in the river is still flowing.

Walked to the creek, watching the rain fall into the river, stirring up a small spray, like a little trumpet. The dark green mud is deeply buried in the bottom of the river, surrounded by kelp-like algae, adding a bit of anger to the lonely river. Rows of stones traverse the stream, and water passes through the narrow stone gaps, igniting small springs, like the reduced Three Gorges hydropower station. The stone is covered with moss, as if the stone is also green. This color is in harmony with the river, and it seems that it lacks it. Standing on the river embankment and looking down, and then with the layer of drizzle to make carvings, the small river is like a beautiful ink painting.

The rain stopped, and the stream at the sundial was even more impressive. Afterglow sprinkled on the slowly flowing river, shining like gold. At this time, one or a few ducklings will poke their heads out of the water and show themselves in the sunset.

As night fell, the stream of water in the rain was still flashing in my mind.

The second day: the fourth