At dawn, the lake is sparkling and the weather is cold.

In the morning, the fog and the lake fog merge together, and the fog is like a milky veil, elegant and graceful, hazy and blurred. At dawn, the lake is sparkling and the weather is cold. It means that the fog in the morning and the fog in the lake blend together. The fog is like a milky veil, elegant and graceful, hazy and blurred. The whole poem is that the lake is blue at dawn and the weather is cold. Gaze at the empty mountain shadows and listen to the birds singing. In the morning, the water is white, the fog is heavy, the sun is red, and Ran Ran is empty. My heart is intoxicated with this scene, and I am afraid that I will wake up and think deeply.