Affectionate poetry

Clear water, like lovers' eyes, exudes deep affection like flowing water, while indigo mountain stands there beautifully, like lovers' slightly melancholy eyebrows. It's a pity.

Deep in the yard, alone in the middle of the night, with his hands behind his back. Osmanthus fragrans quietly fell in the hall, without asking right or wrong. The night is so silent. Looking into the distance, there is no one in the shadow of Qingshan.

It is not easy. Please adopt it.