In the evening, after a heavy rain, the sky was slightly bright, and the sun smiled from the clouds. At this time, a figure appeared in the vast twilight. He was the poet Yi Lei Zhen.

The poet was walking and came to a small pond. He saw that the edge of the pond was covered with green grass, and there were many unknown little wild flowers scattered in the grass, each one crystal clear. The small dewdrops are rolling among the young leaves of the small wild flowers. There are many small fishes in the pond, some are blowing bubbles, and some are playing...

"Oh, the sun will come back soon. Home." The poet said to himself. Look! Half of the sun's face is getting smaller and smaller, and redder and redder. The "half face" is hiding between the two mountains, as if it is caught in their mouths. This scene is reflected on the sparkling pool surface. The cool little circles on the water are rippling...it's really unforgettable!

Suddenly, bursts of flute sound came from the woods nearby. The poet walked in search of the flute sound. Under a big tree in front, a shepherd boy with two pigtails was sitting on the back of a cow. On the table, he held a small piccolo in his hand and played a tuneless tune. Until that lovely figure gradually disappeared, the melodious flute sound was still rippling in the woods.

Chapter 12: Rewriting of the Village Evening

Feng Jiaxin

Tender green grass grew all around the pond, and the pond was filled with rainwater. When a breeze blows, the water in the pool will overflow. The sun set slowly and was partially blocked by a hill. It seemed as if the hill was holding it in its arms. This red sun, its shadow is reflected in the sparkling water