"The most interesting thing is that the thrush is singing."

This time it was in the morning, the sun shone on the water, and everything on the treetops seemed bright. We also parked the boat under the tree for a while.

At first, it was quiet around, and then suddenly a bird called. We clapped our hands and saw a big bird flying. Then I saw the second and the third. We continued to clap our hands, and the tree became lively. Birds are everywhere, birds are everywhere. Big ones, small ones, flowered ones and black ones. Some are standing in the trees screaming, some are flying, and some are flapping their wings.

We watched with rapt attention. My eyes are really flooded. I saw this clearly, missed that, saw that, and the other flew again. A thrush flew out, frightened by our applause, and flew into the leaves, standing on a twig and shouting excitedly. That song is very nice.