Idle strolling on the creek bridge, the countryside smells of willows.
The old tree has roots and shades, and the new branches are speechless.
The mountains are green and the water is singing the shadow, and the swallow cuts the yellow silk and chanting the green ballad.
The wind and rain are long and the causeway is long, and Tao Ran is a drunken spring dynasty.
2022.2.14.In Greentown Nanning.