山景

The green hills on both sides of the strait are facing each other, and the green trees are dripping green. Looking up, the peaks cover the sky, the feet are clear and gurgling, and the rocks are lying on the waves. Then the beauty of the mountains in the rain is completely in the absence of it. If it exists, it has obviously turned into transpiration fog with the floating veils. If it is not, it shows its face between the opening and closing of clouds, which makes it feel more cordial. The hazy distant mountains, covered with a veil, are dimly visible, and suddenly far away and close in the misty clouds, at arm's length. It's like a few strokes of light ink, smeared on the blue horizon.

两岸青山相对，绿树滴绿。抬头望去，群峰遮天，脚下清澈潺潺，岩石卧波。那么雨中的山的美，完全是在没有它的情况下。如果存在的话，它显然已经随着飘动的面纱变成了蒸腾的雾气。如果不是，就在云开云合之间露脸，显得更亲切。朦朦胧胧的远山，蒙着一层面纱，依稀可见，忽远忽近，在云雾缭绕中，若即若离。就像几笔淡墨，涂抹在蓝色的地平线上。