When is the most beautiful color in a day in the ancient weir painting hometown?

Personally, I think the most beautiful scenery of the ancient weir painting township should be in the early hours of the morning. This time, we got up early and went to Oujiang as soon as we wiped it.

In the early morning, before sunrise, the river at the intersection of the two rivers will be filled with a thin layer of fairy air, and local fishermen will shake their boats, seemingly drifting away from the Oujiang River and cast nets to catch fish in the pale morning light. Unfolded nets penetrate the morning fog on the river and sink into the river. When hanging the net, the fish churned in the net, and the fishermen smiled happily. It is even more beautiful to see this ink-like landscape folk painting of China on the shore.

Of course, these are all heard, but we still have to look at them for sure, and there is nothing to listen to. So when I came to the river, I saw that there were really small sailboats on the river, as if I really wanted to go fishing, and an uncle had come to the river to take pictures.

After the greeting, we all clapped our hands.

Under a cloud, the distant mountains are elegant and quiet, and there are these small sailboats, white sails and green sheds in the upper reaches. They look really beautiful, really beautiful!

Clapping and patting, I found that something seemed to be wrong. I felt that these boats were rowing around on purpose, so I asked my uncle if these boats were invited to pose. Uncle smiled and said that these sailboats were invited by a group of old photographers to be actors. The old photographer is not far ahead of us. He was embarrassed to take pictures, so he took a few pictures from a distance. I saw, hey, that's true. There are really a group of old photographers taking pictures on the shores of those sailboats!

I saw these old wizards command boatmen to cross the river and make various shapes. He also directed the boatman to release cigarette cakes. The posture is really fierce, and I feel the river burning.

I was speechless and asked my uncle if the photos we just took also had the effect of putting smoke and cakes. Fortunately, my uncle said that the old wizard had just arrived, so this was the first time to put out cigarettes and cakes. Fortunately, I vomited a big mouthful of dirty air, at least it was really misty before, at least I saw the most beautiful side here, as rumored, the ancient weir painting town was the most beautiful in the morning.