In summer, whenever I walk into the mountains and see the gurgling streams flowing in the mountains, the singing birds on the branches, and the wild flowers all over the mountains, I can't help but think of the poet Tao Yuanming, and even more so. I can't help but recite his poem: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain" which people never tire of reading; seeing a bunch of rushing water flowing from the high cliffs, I will also think of the great romance of our country. The famous poet Li Bai reminds me of his popular poem: "The sun shines on the incense burner and the purple smoke rises, and I see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls in the nine sky."