Morning _ Danshui Rhyme 200 words

The fog on the lake has not dispersed.

Two boats are on the water,

The wooden oars beat the waves,

Scared many waterfowl,

The surface of the water leaves ripples,

Disperse, spread and ripple outward.

Facing the rising sun in the morning,

Thousands of gold needles and silver needles,

Into the sparkling waves.

In the mist,

At the end of the lake,

There are many tall buildings,

The street opened its sleepy eyes,

Looking at the passing cars,

The crowd is moving,

Bustling.

This is the first time since spring.

Good times,

A day's plan lies in the morning,

A year's plan lies in spring,

When you roll up your sleeves and work hard,

A bright tomorrow is just ahead.