This mountain is undulating and connected to the water; this lake is quietly looking at the mountains.

What a harmonious picture, what a beautiful Taihu Lake.

When I first came to Taihu Lake, there was a spring rain in the sky. This rain always seems to like to join in the fun in the Jiangnan area. Such a disturbance adds mystery to Taihu Lake. At this moment, the deft sound of the raindrops coming into contact with the wooden boards on the bridge can be heard.

It can also attract people.

Taihu Lake is not as lively as the sea, not as majestic as the Yangtze River, and not as sweet as the mountain springs. However, it has that indifference and tranquility. She uses the natural breath brought by the breeze to tell us that she belongs to Jiangnan.

There is a mist like light smoke on the lake. Looking at the mountains in the distance, only the gray mountain shadows can be vaguely distinguished.

I looked around and saw that the lake was covered with weeds. I could smell the fragrance of earth. It was the spring rain that conveyed this natural smell.

At this time, the crisp sound of oriole came from the sky, which was like the sound of nature in this quiet place. I couldn't help but think of a poem: I pity the grass growing beside the brook, and the oriole sings in the deep trees.

Poetry and scenery really blend together.

When visiting Taihu Lake, Fang loves to take a boat.

When I watch the boatman slowly rocking the oar and listen to the sound of the oar lapping on the water, I feel that everything is so quiet and beautiful.

The oar caused ripples, swayed not far away, and then quietly disappeared, and the lake leveled out.

There are several fishing boats, which is already beautiful, and there are also the overlapping green mountains, the nearby mountains are like hairpins, and the distant mountains are like smoke.

In the distance, a few cormorants fly in from time to time, and their fish-catching movements seem to have become a beautiful scenery in Taihu Lake.

Throughout the ages, how many literati and poets have been immersed in this picturesque scenery, and they all have a hazy "Jiangnan dream".

"My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind is not cold on my face." "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?" "There is never a boat with thousands of dendrobiums, but a fishing boat with a reed runs as fast as it can." Taihu Lake

The beautiful scenery is like a cup of green tea, natural and refreshing; too.

The beauty of the lake is like a piece of silk, gorgeous and smooth: the beauty of Taihu Lake is like a picture scroll, depicting her tranquility and the uniqueness of Jiangnan... The waters of Taihu Lake flow through many small towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

A scene like this seemed to appear in front of my eyes: a woman from Jiangnan held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped on the bluestone with her embroidered shoes. Then she walked through the rows of small towns, got on a awning boat, and trickled on the thin water.

The town looked even more hazy in the mist and rain.

The fog is curling up and the rain is falling.

The willow branches blow on the embankment, brushing away the worries in the heart; the breeze brings orchids, bringing bursts of comfort.