In a brook in the western suburbs of Chuzhou, the gurgling stream is beating on the rocks, just like a girl in white fiddling with the pipa. There are quiet and interesting weeds next to them. The endless wild flowers, like a huge pink carpet, cover the banks of the stream and extend to the distant Woods. Deep in the forest on the river bank, there was a beautiful and beautiful cry of orioles. Sometimes you can see orioles flying high and dotted, just like bright yellow fireworks in the sky during festivals. In the evening, a spring thunder sounded, and the spring rain as expensive as oil also fell. Mountains and plains are shrouded in hazy rain and fog, fresh/wet and picturesque. After the spring rain, the tide rose more rapidly. In the twilight of the wilderness ferry, the boat drifted across the river carefree, so lonely!