"Rumble! Rumble!..."
The waterfall thundered down from the top of the cliff, its sound like rolling thunder in one's ears, echoing far into the distance.
The river meandered and twisted, finally converging into a lake.
Scattered around the lake were a few dwellings.
Suddenly, singing was heard, piercing the mist and treetops, clear as a spring, like the divine music of heaven, making one feel light and carefree.
Following the sound, one looked over.
Only to see a small flat boat cutting through the tranquility of the lake, a novice boatwoman gently paddling with both oars, slowly drifting into this ink-painted scene.
The surface of the lake was calm.
Yet, the small boat would sometimes jolt, sometimes tilt, as if about to capsize at any moment, making the boatwoman pale with fright, so nervous she was out of her wits.
Clearly.
This novice boatwoman was still a beginner and had no idea how to manage a boat.
