C196 If I Can Do It Again

The wind whispered softly as the willow branches swayed gently. By the shores of Lake Baisu, the water rippled slightly in the breeze, with the warm sun casting its rays through the clouds to light up the earth. A luxurious boat glided across the lake, and on its deck stood a tall figure. Perched on his shoulder was a small gray bird with a tuft of red feathers on its head