1. The mountains and rocks are magnificent, and the valleys are deep, and the paths are winding through the old forests
2. The green hills are verdant, and the mountains are full of green, and the trees are tall, and the mountains are full of flowers
3. The peaks of the mountains stand on end, and the ice peaks and snowy peaks are covered by the boats and oars, and the sailboats are like shuttles
4. The waves are beating against the shore, and they are terrifying and turbulent.
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9. That rain sometimes straight line sliding down, sometimes with the wind sprinkle, leaving such as smoke such as fog such as yarn such as silk of the silhouette, splash of rain seems to be the piano on the jumping notes, play a beautiful melody.
2. The cold wind is blowing. The bare trees, like a bald old man, can not withstand the attack of the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind.
3, to stay in the garden, you see groups of koi carp swimming in the water, ripples out of a confused patch of light, as if the sky's colorful clouds landed here. They sometimes hide at the bottom of the lake, sometimes leaping out of the green wave, sometimes looking at the pedestrians coming and going, very spiritual look.
4, the thunder gradually small, dark clouds scattered, the sky cleared up. Rainwater accumulated in the potholes on the road, accumulating a small cesspool, reflecting the white clouds in the sky and the blue sky behind the white clouds. People walking on the street are careful, afraid of splashing water will wet pants feet, more afraid of stepping on the cesspool in the scenery.
5, the hometown of the fall is a beautiful season. Autumn is high and the sun shines brightly. Standing on the hillside, looking up, is blue blue blue sky; look around, is the cool and pretty beautiful West Mountain; overlooking the foot, is a sprawling Taihu Lake, really open up the vision, relaxed and happy. Grass on the slopes, has withered and turned yellow, as if the mountain put on a golden yellow cover; red leaves at this time the most lush, it is full of ** and vitality, red, red, red, red, red, as if to burn up, can be described as the icing on the cake; curved paths bloomed with points of golden frost autumn chrysanthemums, and more mountain added vitality.
6, downhill, the road on both sides of the rutabaga forest lush, yellow fruit like lanterns full of branches, heavy, almost bent the back of the trees in the waist, in the probe a small head. "Autumn dawn where to find, deep green in the forest", a brow-raising harvest scene, like a painting of heavy makeup, in front of the eyes spitting out the intoxicating fragrance. Many, many green rutabaga forests, the entire hillside like a green **, flashing in front of the eyes.
7, the mountains surrounded by the distance, covered by the falling rain, foggy. Can't tell the lushness of the mountains in May, only the beauty of the haze.
8, spring everywhere is the shadow of people's hard work, people with their own hands sowing their firm beliefs and eternal hope, sowing the true love and selfless love.
9, wind and rain bridge quietly lying in the Maishui River, such as a huge dragon connecting the east and west of the city, the bridge in the lights of the embellishments appear more charming and attractive. The light of the moonlight sprinkled on the top of the bridge in every corner of the yellowish night, it is like a kindly elder in the past to us to tell the bits and pieces, but also seems to be looking forward to the future of the city. The bridge is full of people, bright lights, cars like running water, horses like dragons, businesses on both sides of the trick, the middle of the pedestrians are not slow, pick this one and choose that one, until you get their most satisfied with the goods until, here, you do not have to worry about buying cheap goods.
10, spring rain, sprinkled in the courtyard of the sycamore tree, rustling like a musician gently plucked the strings, and like the silkworms quietly devouring mulberry leaves.
11, let's go into the field. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea to go back to the old days! In the field golden rice ripe, yellow like a golden sea. A gust of wind blew, the rice moved a little, like the golden ocean moved ripples. There was also cotton, white as if it had dressed the earth in white. The red sorghum raised its burning torch.
12, the National Square bungee building, the Dong village unique attic appears to be a special flavor. Lamps bright red light through its pagoda-style top layers around the top of the climb, in the bright moonlight is particularly charming. Several people in the building to wrap around the columns to many people marveled at, the aisle beside the stools filled with visitors to this leisure cool, they talk about national issues, pulling the guest set of family life, said the ancient and modern anecdotes, so that the small town has a different flavor.
13, in the vast sea, the wind rolled collection of clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrels are like black lightning, flying proudly.
14, Zhenwu intersection, People's Park, etc., high lights like yellow sun, shining on the ground. Roads are flat and wide; flowers and plants are crowded and smiling; people are joyful. The music of the square dance floats in the air, thrilling the hearts of those who pass by. The delicate dance in the accompaniment seems like a butterfly flying. Flexible feet, light arms, close-fitting clothes, and colorful colors refract a moving scene in the eyes. People have comfortable smiles on their faces. In the song, in the light, people together with each other infected with the feeling of life and beauty, **** enjoy the peaceful and bright days.
15, snow, snow covered the ground, the ground hidden crisis, you are not careful, will slip, a child in front of me running happily, leaving footprints in the snow, I stepped on his footprints forward, he is very brave, not afraid of the crisis, the winter is not going to leave traps for the brave, I try to learn from the child, trying to be brave, trying to run happily, I try to learn from that child, trying to be brave, trying to run happily, I try to learn from that child, trying to be brave, trying to run happily. Winter is kind and cruel, it will not be able to withstand the test of flowers, plants and trees are given punishment, will be the pine tree cypress wenmei open, for this monotonous big world to add a little color. I began to like winter a little.
16, out of the window, the "chattering" birdsong "rustling" sound of trees gurgling water sound ......, as if for this beautiful night sky accompaniment. Heaven and earth steeply more than a few points of different mood and aura.
17, look up to the roof, peak cloudy, mountain path winding, like a colorful belt from the clouds down, visitors like a small white dots, scattered scattered in the ribbon, slowly moving upward.
18, the willow tree stretching open the branches of the yellow-green leaves, in the slight spring breeze gently flick, like a group of nymphs dressed in green dancing. Sandwiched in the middle of the willow tree peach tree also bloomed brightly colored flowers, green willow, red flowers, really beautiful!
19, fall is really a beautiful picture of heaven. Sunset, soughing autumn wind, the sound of the pastoral flute, reed flying. The lake is blue, the beach is quiet, the fruits are fragrant, the moon is hanging high.
20, I like the summer wind, summer rain, summer rain, summer cloud curl drift. More like the summer green jungle cicadas, lotus fragrance of the pond in the frogs, the deep night sky dancing fireflies. Spring is too luxurious, autumn is too bleak, winter is too lonely, only summer is colorful. Looking up, the sky like the azure sea water hanging upside down, and like Jiangnan silk weaving blue satin; look down, embroidered rivers and mountains everywhere lush, flowers blooming, trees full, green trees and flowers swaying, clear mountains and green water between you in the summer wind, bathing in the summer rain, in the summer night in the love.
21, this winter whistling came, wrapped tight cotton coat, was frozen red cheeks, gas into the frost of the cold little by little penetrated into my life. Winter always brings a clearer head, colder limbs, and an urgency to be warmer. I love the frosty air on the glass in my house, the warm air currents flowing freely through the rooms, and my daughter's flushed cheeks. I also love the dry branches of the trees outside the house obstinately stabbing the sky with a sharp sword, leaving me a martyr's reverie.
22, Dali's Erhai is shaped like a human ear, when the wind and waves are calm, like a deep green jewel set in the land of Yunnan, the breeze blew over, the sea was golden, flooded with a beautiful wave, charming and touching, so that I feel the magic of nature.
23, spring is here! You see thousands of flowers bloom, the lovely grass, trees, birds, animals, insects, fish are waking up from the cold winter, making the earth back to life. Those wildflowers twinkle and blink like little stars.
24, came to the countryside, as far as the eye can see, a large area of golden rice, the autumn wind, rice swaying with the wind, as the sea waves, wave after wave. In the orchard, the fruits are also ripe, yellow pear, red apple, orange tangerine ...... each fell in the branches, the branches are bent. Roadside golden leaves, paved a "golden road", leaves reluctantly left the branches, like a butterfly in the air fluttering lightly. Branches alone, like an old grandfather lost hair ......
25, winter? A respectable strict teacher. It is like a thermos flask, outside the cold heart warm, silently gave life a severe test screening elimination, practiced how many defiant strong.
26, a piece of ruins in the Yuanming round, standing tall stone columns, as if the history of the old man in the evil of the Eight-Power Allied Forces. Once into the door of Xiangshan Park, look up and into my eyes is the fire of the red leaves, the fall of the hill surrounded, almost like the "Journey to the West" in the Flaming Mountain.
27, spring morning fog. Spring fog, not as spectacular as the snow, not like a drizzle as lingering, but gentle as a loving mother. It gently caresses our cheeks, giving me a warm and cool feeling. It is invigorating. Fog, never dress themselves. There is not a flower on the body, a line, nor a trace of fragrance, but to their own milky white color diffuse between the earth. Fog, I love you, love your mother spring, love that mysterious beauty.
28, to the Damshang Grassland, in front of the endless green, like a sea of green. Nearby, flocks of cattle and sheep leisurely eating grass, a few horses in the prairie is galloping past; distant green mountains in the blue sky under the backdrop appears to be more green, the grasslands are not only more animals, more mountains and the scenery is also very beautiful.
29, winter is here, the cold front also came, goose feather-like snow flying in the sky, the whole world put on a white coat.
30, Grandma's house has a small yard, there are two big trees inside the small yard, the leaves of the big trees fall down and become dancing butterflies; the chicks are playing around and walking around; or see the rooster walking around on the ground, high and proud; the hen leads the chicks, foraging for food in the yard; or the evening in summer, taking a cool ride under the shade of the trees.
31, for the first time in the face of the sea that excited and nervous mood, still surging in my heart. It was my first time to go to Dalian, I was like a long time away from his mother's children, wandering in her warm embrace. Let the sea water tickle my feet, let the sea breeze brush my cheeks, let the waves wash away everything. I am utterly conquered by the sea.
32, look over there, as if the white clouds in the sky fell on the, oh, that is the cotton field ah. I went close to see, see some of the cotton all open ah, showing the snow like white cotton wool; some or peach bones, looks bloated to rupture like; there are budding, like a girl shy like hesitant to show. The farmers are tied a cotton bag around their waist, chatting while busy collecting flowers.
33, winter is here, the morning wind blowing in the face is very much like a knife cut, we wear more clothes. Some of the leaves on the trees turned yellow and drifted down, and some of them turned red. There is a layer of white frost on the roof, and it feels very cold when we get up in the morning. It means that winter is quietly coming to us, getting closer and closer to us.
34, the moonlight of the Wei Shui flooded with silver, bright moonlight scattered on the surface of the Wei Shui. The reflection of the light is no longer striking, usually not very clear water, in the moonlight seems clear and soothing, the moon nestled in the water, slightly trembling, like being dressed up, the lake reflected the moon seems to be more lovely than the air.
35, in the blink of an eye, spring is finally back, the spring girl quietly came to earth, to the earth put on a green dress, sprinkled with drizzle for the earth gently washing.
36, after the air is always extraordinarily fresh, a person riding a car, confused in the street riding, do not know where is my end, suddenly, the rain fell again. Look at the raindrops falling on my arm, listen to the wind passing by my face, the heart is empty, so I hope there is a person to ride with me, with her to share ......
37, the rain quietly, only a little fine pattering sound. Orange-red houses, like old monks wearing brightly colored robes, hanging their heads and closing their eyes, baptized by the rain. The damp red bricks, emitting the color of irritating pig's blood and the green laurel leaves under the wall became a strong contrast. The gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; in the dreary net of the autumn rain, it was the only thing full of pleasant life. The gray and yellow mottled pattern on its back corresponded distantly with the dreary sky, creating a harmonious hue. It plopped and jumped, from the grassy bole, to the mud, splashing deep green.
38, winter, everywhere in the snow and ice, only the vast Dongting Lake never frozen. Wide lake water is still sparkling, showing incomparable vigor and vitality.
39, the spring girl came with light steps. People's yards, small trees sprouted, small shoots like a melodious note. Grass also from the soil to poke his head out, looking around, as if afraid of who attacked it like, after a while, only boldly straighten the body. The chicks also no longer rely on their mother, foraging for food alone, sunbathing alone on the grass.
40, there are several flower beds in the campus, the flowers in the flower beds compete, the fragrance of the flowers attracted a lot of bees and butterflies, hard-working bees singing while collecting honey. Butterflies dance in the flowers, beautiful. There are also many kinds of green trees in the campus, every day they stick to the campus, adding a lot of vitality to the school.
41, on the road, the beloved yellow dog time and again, close to follow me. A moment it in the back, stepping lightly, easy and not hard; a moment, it ran in front, put up curious ears, listening to the surrounding movement; a moment, it broke into the branch road, glowing "woof woof ......" barked a few times, breaking the quiet of the mountain road. The quiet of the mountain road is broken. Sometimes it seems to have found something, and then barked and scurried forward.
42, the snow stopped, the air like being filtered, extra cool extra fresh. The playground suddenly lively, some students in the snowball fight, some in the snowball pile of snowmen, they chased and laughed at each other patting the snow on the body, they seem to feel not cold at all, laughter echoed in the campus.
43, the sea white sails point, and the sky of white clouds reflecting the glory, a few flying seagulls flying against the wind, showing its delicate dance. Playing people, or standing, or sitting, or lying, or running, laughing and joking with each other, watching the "blue sky, blue water, golden beach", cozy.
44, into the flower and fruit mountain, the air is exceptionally fresh. Into the eye is a piece of strange stone standing on the cliff edge, daunting. You see! That a piece of life-like, some like a respected old man, some like a huge ganoderma lucidum, and some like a monster, as if the teeth and claws to people over.
45, winter has not yet arrived, but the weather has been cold. The wind blew the trees swaying, the lowest temperature has dropped to below zero. At night I slept in bed and heard the wind outside blowing as if a tiger was roaring. The wind was so strong that the windows of my house made a loud bang-bang-bang sound, which made it difficult for the old people to sleep. The sound was so loud that it woke up the sleeping people. I can not sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind like the roar of the test tigers ...... after a long time, I fell asleep in a daze.
46, when the last wisp of evening sunshine is taken away, the sky is already dark. And at this time, white cooking smoke and gray twilight wisps rose, enveloping the entire village, like a course of light veil to the village, so that the village is hidden, sometimes not. And the calm water reflects the trees, as if a tree lady is dressing up. Ho, what a beautiful idyllic scene, if you come to watch, you will be mesmerized by this poetic dusk, immersed in the beauty of nature.
47, the sky in the fall is extraordinarily high, extraordinarily far, extra blue. Blue like a huge blue crystal. You see, the blue sky floating white clouds, like cotton candy. And like a beautiful fairy's big white flowers embroidered on the blue background of the satin, beautiful. White clouds slowly move ~ move, gradually turned into sheep, turned into a puppy, turned into a big mountain, turned into a cotton field, turned into the ocean ......
48, spring girl's pace how light! She quietly came to the field. You see: a piece of rape competing to bloom the yellow flowers, in the spring breeze, surging layers of golden waves, exuding a refreshing fragrance. They raised their lovely smiling faces, naively looking up at the blue sky. Standing upright in the roadside unobtrusive drill poplar, gray body light green, the tip of the spit out dense buds, in the moist breeze gently swinging. Charming and colorful willow, floating up long hair, gently brushing from people's shoulders. It dances and dances and dances. It seems to be showing off the caress of spring. A small grass from the beautiful dream to wake up, they broke out of the ground, stretching its tender green leaves.
49, Lotus Pavilion west, scattered with a few games, bumper cars, Ferris wheels, pirate ships, rotating chairs everywhere, every holiday, the games are overcrowded. Bumper car field, you hit me, I touch you, laughter after laughter; Ferris wheel site is the most exciting, several people sitting in a group around a pillar, tied up, and then began to turn away, slowly to the top, the head down, the courage to smile, waving their hands; timid can be suffering, hands grasping the handrail, screaming again and again. A variety of vendors also gathered here, hard to earn a large amount of money.
50, unconsciously, out of the forest, the shore is born of dense reeds, far away, and near the water, the distant trees into one, the color from light to deep, like an oil painting, that is, even the best painters can not adjust this kind of matching colors. I can't help but think of a poem: "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is born in spring!"
51, the beautiful garden, a variety of **, a thousand forms, fragrant and charming, fighting for color, red, white, yellow, pink, red like fire, white like snow, pink like Xia, beautiful!
52, I do not know when, falling spring rain, gently, can not hear the pattering sound, like a kind of wet smoke, gently moisturizing the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out, a clear. The whole world like just washed like, especially refreshing, the air is very fresh, breathe a mouthful, sweet, like drinking honey.
53, summer is the most flourishing period of the four seasons. He was enthusiastic, booming, showing the power and charm of life. Even in the dying moment, summer also want to throw the most intense life, the most simple color, every drop of green is mixed with the essence of life.
54, in the morning, breathe y in the mountains and valleys with frosty fresh air, feel refreshed, full of strength, as if the night's work themselves into a mountain to catch a tiger into the water to catch the outstanding hunter.
55, diaphanous night curtain, pan draped, covered with a sky full of stars, decorated with endless jewels. The stars, flashing; the moon, quiet. The stars shed a piece of colorful light, the moon scattered a piece of silver glory. The stars, bright and dazzling, glittered in the night, but were not lacking in innocence. The moon scattered silver light, straight into the clear lake. The surface of the lake is flooded with a light silver light, and the wheel of jade disk in the sky, appearing light, fresh, but not lack of brightness. This airy lake blue star and moon picture, enough pure, light and elegant.
56, the water is blue, the sky is also blue, the water and the sky where the reunion of a line, the sea as if by a pair of never-ending hands of the large source of advancement, the formation of a wave, and came to us, but small down, as if to respect us these guests from afar; waves tumbling up, like the body of the fairy, swinging up the white foam.
57, walked to the field, only to see is a harvest scene: snow-white cotton; heavy rice, grain full of sorghum. They were blown by the wind and nodded frequently. What is the sound of "**pop"? Oh! It turned out to be the farmer uncle in the hard work of breaking corn! One by one, the corn was put into the basket, this is the farmer uncle's hard labor results.
58, winter snow slowly from the air down, it is like a costume designer, to the earth put on a white dress, the earth becomes holy and beautiful. Snow to the beautiful sprinkle to the earth, but also to bring the cold to the earth, poplar trees only bare branches, frozen really shivering. At this time the pines and cypresses are still standing in the snow, without the slightest coldness.
59, summer grassland, the morning air is particularly fresh, I pestered my father to walk on the grassland. The fragrance of the grass to the face, the red sunrise is rising from the horizon, for the vast grassland gilded with a layer of gold. The dewdrops on the grass leaves, like pearls set on the emerald, glittering with colorful light. I saw many pink, white, yellow or blue unknown flowers sandwiched in the grass, the grassland dressed up very beautiful. And the lively little birds chirping and jumping in the grass.
60, as early as before, I have heard that the Weifang green is not general ah. The original occasionally back to the old home passed by here, I have the same feeling, there are rows of dense trees, a large area of grass and clusters of small flowers, which not only covers the noise of the car, but also purifies the turbid air, it is really true to its name!
61, winter, goose feather-like snow drifted down from the sky. The mountain tops and hillsides are all snow, the whole earth is completely white snow world. The mountain leaves have long fallen out, only a tree green pine trees standing in the snow, as if a dressed in green uniforms, not afraid of the wind blowing snow beat guards strict warriors.
62, night, too quiet, and the moonlight is like a hazy silver veil woven fog, in the leaves of the tree, the porch columns, wicker chairs on the armrests, the face of the people, flashing a solemn and holy light. The sea also seems to be asleep, I heard the soft waves lapping on the beach whisper.
63, that snow crystal clear, pure and flawless, natural and ancient, Yi Yi curl, both like the swan popping down the Chinese feathers, but also like a jade swinging pear. Snow falls to the ground, gently, noiselessly, for the earth covered with a layer of quilt. Sometimes, the snow is small, reed-like drift down, covering the ground, thin, like a gauze cloak on the ground.
64, even if you stay open in the water daffodil delicate, don't forget the lonely corners of the valley, the wild lilies also have spring
65, from a close look at the woods are very lush, dense leaves blocked the brilliant sun, like a green sea. Small flowers decorate the tender green grass, as if in a smile. The river is crystal clear, like a blue ribbon. The grass on the other side of the river is more energetic and angry, one by one, energetic and head high, and as if in the river said: "Thank you for accompanying us every day, so that we are no longer lonely and isolated.
66, the sun has long been hiding, the moon has not come out. Night, like a wide and incomparable curtain, quietly opened, covered the mountains and fields. A moment in the distance mountains, near the house trees, are from clear to blurred. High in the sky, the stars jumped out one by one, so many, so bright, and so far away.
67, the fall is the harvest. The autumn girl dyed yellow rice, the wind icing on the cake gently blowing, the fields swept up the golden sea, ripples from time to time, they laughed and jumped. Soybeans also accompanied the song, sorghum also frequently nodded, at this time, the field formed a paradise.
68, this time the sun rises slowly, the white primrose is reddened by the sunrise, both like a shy red face, but also as if rubbed rouge, crystal clear dewdrops in the petals rolling in the sunrise under the shine of the precious. A white band of fog slowly dispersed, farmers came one after another to the fields began to busy; sowing seeds. Planting seedlings. Joyful faces seem to see the fruit of the harvest. Children chasing each other. Playful laughter. Farmers working in the ground to applaud the sound of ...... constitutes a beautiful "spring picture".
69, the south is often rainy, a few days, like a gentleman with good taste, gentle, not arrogant, polite and gas, soft and with a hint of strength. The north is different, the north is generally more arid, infrequent rain, but if it is going to rain the first thing to see is the dark clouds, lightning, thunder, gusty winds, behind the torrential downpour will be like tearing the reins of the roaring horse, so that the people feel shocked and scared. Dense and large raindrops fell on the ground, not long from the rain from all the families in front of my house gathered to form a small river rushing forward in company, clustered together in a very united. After the rain, the clouds disperse, a fresh earthy flavor comes, let a person refreshing, if the rain of Jiangnan like a gentleman, then the rain of the northern country is like a northern man, brave and bold and dashing.
70, outside the window bright winter Chengdu hard to have the sun, and the memory of the day of the flood, I woke up in the silence of this Sunday morning, heard the song was next door to the man softly singing.
71, under the pine forest, not only pine needles, and matsutake mushrooms. That should be summer, after a rain, we children jumped at the chance to go, the grass of the mountain is still dripping with the remnants of the sound of the rain, stepping on the mud we set off in a hurry. The pile of mushrooms, along with the rain, top break through the soft soil of the pine needles repressed in the head, emerging from the ground, soundly breathing the clean air after the rain, with their unique mushroom aroma and partners greeted.
72, there is not a cloud in the air, not a little wind, a round of hot sun overhead, all the trees are listless and lazy standing there.
73, fell out of the leaves of the willow tree, hung with furry shiny silver bars; winter and summer evergreen pine and cypress trees, piled up with fluffy heavy snowballs.
74, summer is here, the field is a deep green, the peach tree by the river hangs a tantalizing peach, mouth-watering, adults, ah, like to cool off in the shade of the trees, playing poker, playing chess. The robin is constantly calling on the trunk of the tree, so that this quiet summer to add a few points of interest.
75, the snow in the air is still like the powder butterfly in March, dancing endlessly. In the flurry of falling snow flakes are also entrapped in a small snow end as fine as jade chips. Like this there are snowflakes dancing poetry, without the pain of the cold after the snow, in addition to the winter and early spring, other seasons are not found.
76, many colorful small butterflies in the beautiful flower head stood, as if in praise of the beauty of flowers. The brightly colored flowers attracted many, many bees, who showed their beautiful dance on the colorful flowers to the earth, the flowers are intoxicated, but also gently dance.
77. The clear air makes the earth vast and expands it infinitely. Everything is going far away, and it is calling people to the blue edge of the earth.
78. The noise of the birds has given way to some other corner. Some of the little beetles that love to fly around in the morning wind will be more restless in all directions.
79, as soon as I came to the river, I saw the clear water, so clear that you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river, shining the shadow of the children. The river is a world of animals! There are rampant crabs, long beard, big eyes of the big lobster, gentle and considerate little fish ...... next to the river there is a willow tree, like a girl combing her beautiful long hair on the river, beautiful! The small wildflowers and weeds along the river are not striking, but they are easily spotted by us whenever we are on this side. Of course, the river is also commonly seen peach blossoms, peach blossoms in the spring, like butterflies dancing in the branches. Not far away, some children are jumping rope, some are flying kites, and some are swinging on the swings, they are having fun!
80, Dongting Lake is very beautiful, the lake is crystal clear, and very quiet, quiet like a mirror, and azure sky as one, reflected in the color of the mountains on both sides, as if the water grows a strange and strong mountains, as if the fish swim in the sky, the birds fly in the water.
81, came to the Taihu Lake, the lake is endless, the lake water is crystal clear, water plants can be seen clearly. The lake is surrounded by dense clumps of reeds, reeds from time to time out of a burst of wild duck calls. And in the center of the lake is a beautiful island? Paradise Island.