One home, one clear spring, one dream

You are like a wind chime swaying in the wind, crisp and beautiful. The blue sky and white clouds are like a blue silk ribbon covering on the crystal clear water. The water grass at the bottom of the water are swaying under the water, and the spring colors are stacked up. The mist rising from the mountains shrouded the mysterious territory covered by the woods.

The ancient town is full of mist and drizzle, several springs and autumns going far away. The clear water of the river is the origin of mist, which is scattered silently, and it is endless. And the end of that clear water is "on the another side of the river."

In the distant place, the sky is clear and the air is the home of the wind. Between the green hills and forest, in the valley and the fields, between the spring flowers and the weeds, the wind gently blew. The prosperity of history retreats, leaving behind the precipitation of time, the shout of the wind and the smile of the cloud.

Walk slowly along the lake and listen to the sound of the footsteps. Standing on the bridge, the running water slowly flow away, and the wind blowing over water.

The sun is just fine, and the breeze is not dry. The sun is setting, I am waiting for you on the side of the mountain; the leaves are yellow, I am waiting for you under the tree; the drizzle is coming, I am waiting for you under the umbrella; we are old, I am waiting for you on the "water side".

In this southern town, the sun on the sunny roof is full of warmth, and the air can smell the fragrance of the lake. The old man who was riding the horse sang a ancient song, and the horse stepped on the bumpy mud road and stepped on the pond. The horse walked slowly. The whole caravan only had the sound of the horseshoes on the stone road, as if returning to the age of the friendly and mutually beneficial tea-and-horse road.
 

When you pass by them early in the morning or at night, you can smell a burst of fragrance, cool, and break into the skin a little. There were thick woods on both sides. it rained last night, so water droplets fell down the green leaves. The sun shines through the dense leaves and there is a trace of warmth.

It’s like singing in the song:
The green grass is white and foggy.
There is a beautiful woman on the water side.
Green grass is White fog blurred.
There is a beautiful woman who lives by water.