Dangling bamboo leaves, occasionally scattered by the wind, rustle softly, carrying a unique sense of otherworldliness, tranquil yet full of distinctive charm.
In the air, there is a faint scent of bamboo leaves, refreshing and invigorating to the senses.
On a May day, the sun shines in the middle of the Bamboo Forest.
Amid the dense bamboo, the green leaves shade the harsh sunlight, leaving only patches of gentle, warm sunlight sprinkled randomly on the ground, creating a dappled bamboo shadow, picturesque and poetic.
In the center of the Bamboo Forest, there is a pavilion.
Two horizontal couplets: "At the edge of the sky, horses begin their journey; amid the crowd, a dragon stands out."
Beside it are some massive rocks, and in the center of the pavilion are some stone benches and chairs.
A person sits there leisurely, slightly leaning back against the railing of the pavilion, holding a book in his hands and quietly flipping through it.
