In the morning, the shadow lingers

The morning sun is slightly dew, the mist is light, the distant mountains are as black as jade, and the nearby water is filled with smoke. A flat boat is quietly moored in the center of the lake, with a fisherman dressed in plain clothes standing at the bow, holding a long pole and looking far away. The lake surface is like a mirror, reflecting the rosy glow of the sky. A few strands of golden sunlight penetrate the clouds and sprinkle on the water surface, creating sparkling waves. On the shore, several weeping willows swayed gently with the wind, their catkins falling like snow on the bluestone path. In the distance, a faint ancient bridge can be seen spanning both sides, with few pedestrians on the bridge, as if time has come to a halt here. The whole picture is quiet and profound, like a painting of ink, red and blue, telling the long passage of time and the eternity of nature