Read Japanese poetry

Flowers, wind, waves, waterfalls, shoulders, girls. Hua, two girls, one girl, one foot sound, one empty sound, one empty sound, one empty crossing. In monasteries, the roots of houses are immersed in water, and women and children are always dazzled. In the spring of school, there are stones on the road.

Petals fall like running water, dance with the wind, and scatter on the girl's cheeks and shoulders. In the rain, two girls are talking while walking. Footsteps, perhaps the sound of "katakata" clogs, echoed in the air and then sank. The roof of the temple was bathed in the newly sprouted and moist green light. Facing the bright and dazzling sky, the girls looked up from time to time and walked and chatted. How elegant the scenery is in late spring. On the stone road