The mountains are full of smoke, and Bai Ou's poems are flying.
When the ship leaves the shore, it will ripple. The tea fragrance in the warm sun and the wind is the season when plum blossoms wither. The looming mountains are like a picture on the scroll between heaven and earth, and pigeons fly over the poems with great interest.
When the author of this poem visited the lake in spring, he saw the beautiful scenery in early spring and had the impulse to write poetry, so he left this poem.