In early April, the drizzle was rainy and the weather was wonderful. Driving to go through the rapeseed field. On the endless Taihu Lake of Libo, the sailing boat is a little bit. In the Nianhua Bay, the water is clear and the green trees are green. In the middle of the mountain, standing by the Nianhua Lake, just swimming in the middle of the painting, I wish the boat will die from here onwards. One flower, one world, one wood, one floating life, one grass, one paradise, one leaf as come, one sand and one bliss, one pure land, one smile, one dust, one thought, one quiet. The flower smiled and the heart was in touch. Tang Feng Song Yun, lingered.