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If the wind has a color, if the smoke has a light, perhaps, they are all clear, like the moonlight in the daytime. Walking through the whispering of the wind and the lingering clouds and mist, you may fall in love with the verdant peaks on both sides of the river; Looking up in the smoke and waves, the clear water, you may fall in love with the blue sky: the vast green and far-reaching in front of you, the dark blue and light blue of one color, such a sky, such a mountain, who can say who prefers a little more?

On the more than 100-mile waterway between Fuyang and Tonglu, I actually encountered such a wonder. Splashing ink is a peerless painting, and the song is the sound of nature, such a landscape is really amazing in the world.

Looking down on the boat, I saw the blue color of the eyes, swinging through layers of light waves. Such a blue inkstone, full of ink, waiting for the admiration in your chest, with a thousand feet of depth to write. Look at the fish at the tail and the stones at every grain, all of them are vying to let you see clearly and remember every little bit of beauty here.

The silver waves are like scales, the turbulence is better than the arrows, and the heart seems to be suddenly lighter, and the light can fly.

With this desire to fly, I look far away. The high mountains on both sides of the river, the cold pines are verdant and stacked on top of each other, jagged and cloudy, competing for height. The mountains are stacked, pointing straight to the sky, and the eagle flies almost unstoppable.

Poetic and picturesque, such as a song and a song. Don't blame nature for the absence of strings; The spring water plays the clear rhyme of the stone, and the singing birds sing, isn't it the sound of heaven and earth? Not to mention the endless chirping of cicadas in the mountains and the cries of apes.

Is there such a place in this complicated world? Presumably, people who are keen on officialdom and economic sophistication will forget their worries when they come here. It seems that such a landscape, such a landscape that does not stain red dust, must be guarded.

Those lush trees stretched out their branches, hiding the landscape, and only the sunlight peeked out through the cracks, illuminating the blue color of the river, and enjoying the beauty of this treasure.

There was not a hint of wind, the smoke was completely gone, and the sky was the same color as the mountains. (My boat) drifts along the river, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west. From Fuyang to Tonglu for a hundred miles (on the waterway), strange mountains and rivers are unique.

The water is all blue and white, and you can see the bottom even from a thousand feet deep, and you can see the fish and small stones at the bottom of the water. The turbulent river is faster than an arrow, and the stormy waves are like galloping horses.

On the high mountains on both sides of the river, all the trees grow verdant, revealing a chill. The mountains (overlapped) each compete with each other in their own terrain, as if to compete with each other to see who climbs the highest and stretches the farthest, thus forming countless peaks. The springs (in the mountains) crashed against the rocks and made a gurgling sound; The beautiful birds chirped in harmony with each other.

The cicadas kept calling, and the apes kept crying. Seeing these majestic peaks, those who tried their best to climb the heights calmed their hearts for fame and fortune; Seeing these deep valleys, those who are busy with worldly affairs will linger. The branches of the trees crisscrossed the sky above, and the forest was still dark in the daytime; In places where the branches are sparse, sometimes sunlight can be seen.

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Spring, unknowingly, came, so soon.

A few rains, sprinkled thinly, like strips of silk. It's not as violent as the summer rain, it's not as cold as the winter snow, and it's not like the autumn rain, which brings a cool feeling, but what about the spring rain? It gives a warmth, and after a few rains, the weather is getting warmer.

Sitting in the car, looking out from the car, you will inadvertently find that the green dots on the branches are growing bigger and bigger, and the branches are no longer so dry, revealing greenery, as if pinching hard, there is juice flowing down the branches. The air was filled with the faint smell of spring tree sap.

Look at it again, the green grass has long been unbearable, and it comes out of the frozen hard soil in winter. At first, it is tender, small and delicate, and it is so cute, like a newborn doll. Later, after a few days, it was a little bit greener, taller, and finally it turned blue, and it happened that there was a rain, "whoa, whoa", after a rain, the grass took a bath, and the leaves were all big and small droplets.

The small ones and the small ones come together, and the big ones become big ones, and they roll down from the leaves and burrow into the earth. The grass was no longer burdened, and straightened up, revealing the clean, greener leaves.

Two weeks ago, there was nothing to see on the peach tree, but now it is released in unison, and it is all over the garden. The peach blossom pollen is white, the white is pollinated, and when the wind blows, he turns around and smiles shyly.

For a while, the silence and majesty of winter were gone, and the fast, just like the character of spring, came in a while, bringing liveliness and happiness. I don't know, when will she leave as soon as she came?