This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,
The breeze can't blow a little bit.
Why don't you throw more junk and
splash your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into jade,
A few peach blossoms will rust on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold will steam him some clouds.
let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
it is full of pearl-like foam;
The laughter of the little beads turned into big beads, and
they were bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
then a ditch of desperate stagnant water,
can be praised in a few minutes.
if the frog can't stand loneliness,
it's dead water and it sings.
This is a backwater of despair.
This is definitely not where beauty lies.
It is better to leave it to ugliness to cultivate.
Let's see what world it creates.