I've run out of pen and ink, but I still can't paint the mountains and rivers in my eyesThe afterglow of dusk sprinkled on the distant ridges, and the clouds drifting from the mountains seemed to be the gentle smoke between heaven and earth, exuding a fascinating mystery, an indescribable charm. The mountain has an ancient soul, and the water has a rippling poetry.
Climb high and look into the distance, the mountains are cascading, the green trees are verdant, and the water is murmuring. A meandering stream is like a silver ribbon, jumping and flowing through the mountains, clear to the bottom, as if you can see the various postures under the water. Counting carefully, the stream meanders down from the mountains, like a persistent and resolute dancer, dancing lightly among the green mountains and green waters.
The flowers in the mountains are blooming one after another, and it is a scene of competition. Red azaleas, purple crape myrtles, and yellow spring flowers, they are born by the mountains, and they are close to each other, full of vitality and fragrance. The breeze blows, the petals are like a dream, floating down, falling on the mountain path, perhaps, this is the most beautiful painting between heaven and earth.
As the sun sets, the stars shine brightly in the silhouette of the mountains. It was like being in a fairyland, even though I ran out of pen and ink, but I still couldn't paint the mountains and rivers in my eyes. Perhaps, this picture scroll is the most perfect masterpiece of nature.