Bi Sheng drifting, sometimes thrilling, sometimes soothing. When the boat is quiet and elegant, you can lie on the sky and sway the sky, blue sky and white clouds; look around the green hills, the eucalyptus is lush, listening to the birds singing in a vague way; the shore grass is green, hiding in the water, flowing jade flying green. When the stream was in a hurry, the boat rushed to the right and swayed, the spirit was stimulated, the blood was boiling, the hands and feet were tense, the kayak rushed to the reef, the heart beat, the waves splashed, the water drops, and the boat crashed and turned with the water. Forward and forward. Play all the way, cheering all the way.