In April, the breath of spring permeated the area around Huashan Lake in Xiaoqing River, and all the chapters were left in the center of the lake, like notes hanging on the branches. The mountains in the distance are undulating, and the river is set against each other, like a graceful woman, flowing quietly. The breeze blows, the water ripples, and all the poetry is written on the branches that are about to bloom green.
