A poem with pure heart and little desire.

By the lake of the resort, I stepped on the soft sand and listened to the sound of the lake lapping the shore. It seems that people become abstinent and detached. Standing at the bridgehead of the trestle bridge, looking at the misty lake reminds people of Wang Bo's amazing poem on Wang Tengting, "The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is the same as the sky." Linda campus in midsummer. ...