Ling wears duckweed and green brocade pool. When will there be a bright moon? Where are the traces?
When it rains, the mud lotus is so lingering.
Remember Xiaoping's first sight!
Half-life duckweed dies with water, somewhere tomorrow? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed.
Duckweed belongs to the sea. Without burning incense, a petal of wind catkins has turned into duckweeds, and the famous flowers have been buried in the cold rain overnight. The duckweeds are all in bloom, and they are sad.
It's been ten years, and everything is as smooth as flat. Once, I went back to my hometown according to the colorful clouds. Xia Ying made a thousand roses, and the bald head saw tears, and the pipa string said that it was lovesick.