Where does the fragrance enter the nose? Walking on the moss path, following the fragrance, the moonlight is faint and gentle, which makes people wonder if it is a dream. I can't help wondering whether this road has strayed into the Peach Blossom Garden like Wu Lingren. As soon as I turned around, starlight appeared in the darkness ahead, and I quickly looked for it. I can't help clapping my hands and laughing. It's not starlight, but it shines. As if I suddenly met that faint fragrance. Looking up, it is the fragrance of the sky. If you walk around for a change, it seems that you are holding clothes and waiting for words, and your feelings are endless, and you quietly hook up my clothes. A gust of wind blew and the flowers smelled good. You reflect the cold posture in the water and the moon hanging on your branch. Who can have your coldness and beauty?
Subject matter: expressing feelings through scenery.
Other marks. . . I don't know what you mean = = Are you going to write a narrative?