Jiyang Lake Ji wakes up in late spring in March, the wind and smoke rise, a mind has no clue, there is no reason to get up, the sun is shining today, the lake scenery is swimming, but the smoke and waves in the lake are vast, the children are playing, the tourists are three or two, the laziness sits up, the sand is like the gold on the beach.

Looking at the island lake in the distance, but the old place revisited, feeling from the heart how much, recalled, just like yesterday in front of the present, the lake in the past such as the river and sea, the beach is endless, but the kite is picturesque, the tourists are like weaving, the world is long, but see the earth is thick and vast, the lake wind rises, the warm sun shines in the sky, suddenly I realized, it was a child's memory, confused trance, now see the lake scene, if it is so, a good style is still the same.

The wind rises, the water is overflowing, every spring is like this, why add the heart to the pattern, but it is the literati and the, rippling in the heart, imposing it, but seeing the land of China, all things are rejuvenated, you can see it everywhere, the stars are green, but the way, the breeze is chaotic and rising.

The wind blows the grass and trees, the trees are shady, but I see the prosperity, the green willows are blowing, the grass is thick, I ask with emotion, the willows are green, the grass is green, and I ask my beauty, where is it now, but the road is deep in the green forest, not in the corner.

27 March 2016

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