The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. Beside the reeds, a man was sitting on the ground, holding a pot of fairy dew and nectar, his cheeks were flushed. I asked the sky, where is this beautiful woman? Looking towards the other side, I saw water lingering, slightly clear waves, and ripples in circles. The reed flowers follow the wind, and the past follows the wind. Where can I find the sweetheart in my heart? Is it possible that I have to travel to the end of the world and break through the world of mortals to meet her. The setting sun intoxicated the horizon, and when I looked back at dusk, I saw that man's red lips exposed in the dim light.
Absolutely self-made