Of course, the most beautiful thing about a peacock is its feathers

The peacock flies like a beautiful green colored cloud, floating over the top of the mountain, slowly dispersing, and scattering on it like transparent pearls. The eye spots on its tail feathers reflect brilliance, like countless small mirrors, and like a round colored satin. There are surprisingly many peacocks there. In the wild, there are three groups, five groups, like beauties dragging long green skirts, like a colorful big flower umbrella. I saw the long feathers dragged by the peacock straighten up, form a circle, and wander around without avoiding people at all. I saw a peacock with flowers shaking its tail.