I walked out of the door holding an umbrella. The tiles on the roof were pouring rainwater, and the rainwater slid down to the ground along the recessed trough...
Time flew like arrows, the sun and the moon flew, and night fell, the sun slipped from the sky, the rain had already stopped, a drop of water dripped from the eaves to the palm of my hand, a frog jumped from the pond to the pavilion, the light slowly dimmed, not electricity
The reason is that the fog is thicker, and the pond is blowing out, which is enough to prove that the weather is getting colder and colder. But the most beautiful scenery in my mind is not the colorful sea of five flowers; nor the flowing pearly water; nor the moving Ah Lishan. The most beautiful thing in my heart is the thought-provoking smile of my mother.
This is Jiugong Mountain, which is entangled by white fog from morning to night, occasionally it rains, and the highest temperature is only a dozen degrees. Landscape is scenery and scenery that can be viewed.