Hello, cool mountain spring! You take out a mirror. Do you want me to freshen up? Hello, gurgling stream! You are reciting a poem. Are you asking me to sing with you? Hello, waterfall, your natural golden voice, how powerful the tenor is. Hello, steep cliffs and deep valleys set off your tall and straight body, and your high forehead seems to be full of wisdom. Hello, leisurely white clouds, your white figure fills the sky with tranquility and becomes more blue. Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I guess you mean the good scenery you saw on the flight.
Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds, the whole world was raining.