In the endless blue sky, a few white clouds were drifting, followed by the afterglow of the setting sun, and in front of it was the faint glow of the rising moon—one fading and the other brightening up in this vast sky.

In the sky, two sparrows, one in front of the other and one behind, flying against the wind, small posture, brave, vigorous, tumbling up and down in different postures in the strong air waves, full breasts raised high, soft feathers, spinning and flying.

Below, a polygonal irregular jade lake is vaguely revealed, the breeze on the water, wrinkled thousands of microwaves, there are fragrant grasses on the lakeside, and then there are green woods, there are flat roads, there are zigzag white railings, at dusk it is a natural place to overlook the shade, and the sunset on the lake is a wonderful picture.

The lake is black and oppresses a flock of wild ducks, and its brilliant plumage is like a cluster of wreaths floating in the afterglow of the setting sun. They burrow their heads and necks into the water, their red feet and fluffy yellow cheeks that stretch out like umbrellas on the water, and stand upside down in the shadow of the setting sun, pecking as if no one is around, making a living.

In the center of the lake, like a fairy tale stands, an island, a milky cloud covering the end of the island, as if draped over a muslin shawl. A flock of white herons and colourful mallards roam the calm lake.

A flock of white pigeons, with their necks tucked in thick feathers, circled around under the legs of six fat horses, pecking at steaming horse manure in search of something to eat.

Three or two beautiful unknown birds are beating lightly on the green grass, they move their little heads from time to time, and then shake their beautiful feathers, their bright eyes look at the little old man smoking unknown tobacco leaves in front of them, he is wearing a purple robe, and he smokes a cigarette holder from time to time, and lies on a huge smooth pebble in the grass with his legs crossed, and the light cyan smoke curls slowly from the bright copper cigarette stick, the red light at the cigarette end flashes and dims, and the fluttering smoke moves to the horse, the horse snorts loudly, and the old man turns his head to look at the dodging horse, and says with a smile: "Hey, how do you know the benefits of this thing. ”

After speaking, shaking his big head, squinting comfortably, a canary with soft feathers and shiny body, on the emerald green branches, with a light body, jumped and chirped by itself.

After a while, it saw that the little old man kept a posture still, and it flew to him curiously, and by the way, it also proudly soaked, at this time, the little old man who had not moved woke up, although he was still very confused, but muttered in his mouth: "This is canary, it must be right." ”

After muttering, he changed to a comfortable sleeping position and dreamed peacefully.