Under the clear sky, it was the brightest sunshine since spring.
By Brags River, this is the scene that should be seen around April and May. The lush meadows extended all the way to the end of the river beach; the forest was filled with verdant trees, and at the turn of the golden river, one could vaguely see a waterwheel or a sawmill.
The water was crystal clear, flowing past the pebbles on both banks, along with the wind from the Songshan Mountains, sent downstream to the Vieiro Region. But for the locals, this river seems to flow like an endless poem, encapsulating the wisdom of the ages.
