When I finished reading Green, I was deeply intoxicated. In this green fairyland, I really seem to feel such bright, dense and intoxicating green.

Between the lines, I gently touch, taste and feel with my heart. I seem to have traveled through time and space, standing side by side with Grandpa Zhu Ziqing by the Meiyu pool. When the waterfall poured down from the top of the mountain, I couldn't help chanting, "It's flying down three thousands of feet, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days!" Although Meiyu Waterfall is not as spectacular as in the poem, nor as majestic as in the poem, nor as ... just like this poem, it has a unique crystal and charm, which deeply moved me. Looking around, the Ming Che in Meiyu Pool is like a mirror, swaying rhythmically, and it exudes charm against a dark green background, either like black jade, or like tender tofu, or like exposed green leaves. I'm afraid it will be accidentally broken.

If it is not the divine light that it separates, how can it attract grandpa Zhu Ziqing's attention? If it weren't for its magical charm, how could Grandpa Zhu Ziqing praise it? If it weren't for its crystal clear waterfall, how could Grandpa Zhu Ziqing be surprised by it? Not as famous as the Yangtze River, not as famous as the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, not as majestic as the Great Wall, but only the fresh and refined green, as clear as the land, quite like the tenderness of tofu, and that unique charm.

The beauty of painting, dynamic beauty and music are all concentrated in Grandpa Zhu Ziqing's pen. He wrote about his love for plum rain pool, his praise for Wenzhou and his love for nature. Under the rendering of pen and ink, I was fascinated by this wonderful nature, which made me admire this wonderful, beautiful and magical nature more and more.

With reverie, emotion and longing, I closed the book, and my excitement could not be calmed down for a long time. A touch of green in plum rain pool always floats before my eyes.