The vast and undulating lakeside grassland is wet, and the leaves are covered with crystal drops, which deeply respond to the long thoughts of ancient times. The summer rain has stopped for a long time, but the gray rain clouds in the sky still miss the endless delicate lakes and mountains, wandering and staring at the cold, deep and mysterious bottom of the lake, but they can't guess the old grievances of Husai Lake for thousands of years.
Cool and graceful, the lake wind gently lifted the veil of Husai pear flower blue silk with the rain, and the beautiful and delicate waterline kept rippling back and forth, overlapping layers, and clearly extinguished. Soothes the heavy fatigue and silent sigh of Husai Lake. Immersed in the scene, Qingyuan is indifferent to the artistic conception that "the green hills are not always white, and the green waters are wrinkled by the wind" and "the green hills have no ink for thousands of years, and the green waters have no strings". Looking at the other side from a distance, the water and sky are the same, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are submerged in the dark atmosphere. The dense cool clouds, such as thick smoke, blocked the spoony warmth of the sun, and the lake turned blue on the blue and black in the black. What changes is the face of Husai Qingchun, and what remains unchanged is the eternal tears of missing.
The grass by the lake is full of white flowers, and the fragrance is crisp and elegant, which sets off the beauty of Hussain Su Yan. In areas with slightly thinner clouds, the golden sunshine is trying to break through, and the mighty pine square at the foot of the mountain is surging, putting a solid and solemn armor on the vast mountains. Small felt houses, stars, cattle and sheep, galloping horses and Iraqis by the lake. These are indispensable decorations for Husai's delicate makeup in the four seasons.
The boulder standing by the lake silently wrote Hussein's past. Google, which has been sung for thousands of years, has melted into a rock-like watch and bright soul with the wind and rain in the lake, whether it's windy and drizzling, clear water and blue sky, snow and ice all over the sky, or spring water withering and autumn leaves flying all over the sky. The last tear in the Atlantic Ocean will always be the purifier of the lost soul of heaven and earth. I only hope that Hussain's future is still solemn, beautiful, elegant and meaningful. Let the reputation of the Pearl of the Plateau spread all over the world and continue to bless thousands of generations of creatures.