In a quaint ink painting, a group of elegant geese are flying over the vast sky. They spread their wings and fly, standing tall and straight, as if they were a free and unrestrained Chinese style music. The picture is filled with light ink, and the distant mountains are faintly visible under the gentle ink strokes, while the beautiful shadows of geese are clear and vivid. The ink marks left by the flying birds seem like an eternal poem, outlining the magnificent scene of flying south, giving people a sense of tranquility and warmth. --s 356 --ar 9:16 --v 6.0