The weather has begun

I have never quite understood that feeling: the afternoon sun shines through the branches, showing mottled tree shadows, shining on people's eyes, moving gently with the wind, or accompanied by the rustling of leaves. It was not until I reached the stream and stepped on the shallow soft water that my heart moved and floated to the unknown distance together. ...

The water is shallow, short and clear, but it is mottled green. A pool of pebbles in the water, all kinds of stones in disorder, piled up into an island. Is it like this by the water? What about An Zhi Lan Ting? The waterside is like a fault, with green flowers and plants on it, and even bamboo hanging upside down, even the dense green wicker is attractive. Several ducks by the stream are playing happily in the water, or pecking at the hair on their backs, sometimes flapping their wings in the water, or sticking their heads directly into the water, which is very alert. As soon as the ducks crossed the established safe distance, they immediately retreated and stopped performing for free.

When I got here, I was very comfortable to see such a scene and feel the stream with my hands and feet. Because it is a complete stream, not a river or canal. I have never felt the warmth, depth and wantonness of the stream, and many people will not understand this feeling. I like this kind of scenery, but I am also intoxicated and feel it. "Running water in spring is heaven and earth." What is the beauty of falling water? Falling leaves drift along the river, and a little sunshine floats in, making my heart warm.