Aftermath [II]

The white clouds fell on the sea and suddenly spread out, and the thirty-six peaks were swallowed up.

Although the sailing smoke boat is not seen, the little sails would be there from time to time.

On the top of the dangerous peak, there was a pavilion. The pavilion was three hillocks high and was located on the highest peak. Standing in the pavilion, one could overlook the river and the scenery was infinitely beautiful.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and the clouds and mist under the foot of the mountain were thicker than the water. But up the mountainside, it was clear and bright. Standing in the pavilion at this time, one could see that the layers of dense fog were like tides, and the waves were undulating.

In the sea of ​​clouds, countless peaks protruded, swaying in the sea of ​​clouds, like a fairyland.