Just now there was a shower of rain on the mountain, and the sun appeared on the other side of the mountain. When the wind blows to the Western Hills, it is refreshing to hear the groping trees.
The crane in the sky seemed to be frightened and fluttering, and the river beneath the mountain was stirred by the wind. When the wind stopped, the leaves of banana trees were full of rain, and every drop seemed to be able to listen to me.
