ToTam PhuongChi

The mountains are black and green, with no edges or edges, and the cliffs are as sharp as a knife or an ax.

The morning light is shining, and the mountain is like a shy girl, looming, and the sunset is shining on the west mountain.

The mountains exposed by the clouds are suspended in clusters like islands.

The sun is like fire, the earth is like a steamer, and it is so that people can hardly breathe.

There is soft, transparent and clear moist air floating in the sky.