There is a faint fragrance floating in the pond, and there are unfinished paintings in the sachet.
The breeze paddled the boat and floated in the pool.
Lotus leaf is a sail. Singing is the book of painting.
Quiet and happy water, so quiet, like a euphemistic serenade.
In the picture, a dragonfly is slowly drawing.
In the moonlight, I lit ivory strokes with my wings.
Fall on the lotus leaf and use your eyes to point the glowing question mark.
Fall on the water and pick up the wrinkles of the water waves.
Fall into the air, tear off the shadow of dreams with sleeves and put it in the water on the moon.
Fall on the wings, take off the starlight with the breeze, and mosaic into black night light eyes.
In the moonlight, the world is painted like a fairy.
But the dark forces, gathering all their forces, want to tear up the painting.
Threaten dragonflies to stop writing with dark clouds, and toxic air will kill everything.
Take away the creatures in the painting with silence
release notice
Dragonfly didn't look back, so we still have to make this unfinished picture carefully.
In the storm and toxic air, the wings broke off and landed on the pond.
There are no graves, only sparkling eyes.
I still have this beautiful world in my eyes.
In the sun, pedestrians pick up these eyes and wings.
Poisoned dragonflies turned into stippling.
People put a book into a folder, light a book and complete a stippling.