Baigouhe composition in Zhoukou's hometown

This landscape painting is really beautiful! I can't help but watch it slowly. Gradually, I entered the world of painting.

A rippling lake with a thin wooden bridge appeared in front of my eyes. The lake is as green as a flawless emerald. The lake is covered with pieces of duckweed, shining with golden light under the caress of the sun, just like a layer of gold powder scattered by God to decorate the lake. I sat on the rock under the tree and looked at the mysterious lake. Naughty sunshine clearly fell on the ground through the cracks in the leaves, and many-hued was like a paper-cut painting with appropriate shades.

Looking at the lush forest opposite, I carefully stepped on the wooden bridge, which was covered with wet green moss. I walk forward step by step and try it with my feet from time to time. I'm a little scared and hesitant. A few lively and lovely little fish in the lake caught my attention. They swam in groups, fast and slow, and then quickly put their tails and rushed out like a group of small rockets; After a while, it was another sudden stop, and the speed slowed down immediately; Then there was another sharp turn, which was thrilling. Just like acrobatics. Next to their display stand, several small fish spit out a string of round bubbles excitedly, as if cheering for the acrobats. The action of the fish caused small ripples on the green lake, just like the water wave fairy frowned because the fish was too noisy.

The rumbling sound and fresh humidity came to my face. I looked up and saw a waterfall pouring down from the sky, just like a beautiful silk from the sky. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over the waterfall, and the lower part of the waterfall floated with the wind, breaking into jade beads, like scattered in all directions, forming a rainbow under the sunlight, which was dazzling. The small water droplets splashed by the waterfall are as fine as smoke and dust, dispersed into the air, and become misty water mist, which casts a thin veil on the trees in the mountain stream.

Looking up, the cliff is towering and composed of winding lines, but the lines are so rough that there are no traces of climbing on the cliff surface, just like being cut in half by Pangu's sharp axe, but piles of weeds are loose, but they have settled down on the cliff. I can't help but admire their tenacity. ...

I continued to walk down the wooden bridge, only to find that I couldn't reach the other side. Although I thought it would be good to leave some regrets, I still feel a little sorry.

Suddenly, I came to my senses and remembered that it was just a photo.