Stand on the balcony in a bad mood and watch the prose poems of the sea.

A person standing on the balcony, staring at the calm sea in the distance, shows a curtain of gravity, slowly opens, pouring out an impression of ten years ago. -the rain under the eaves of Mao fell on the clothes drop by drop. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. Long Mai and the grape trellis in front of the door are bright and beautiful new yellow and light green. It finally cleared up, so I hurried down the mountain. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly. This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and gathers together. At this time, I feel relaxed and happy, such as entering the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, suddenly melted and couldn't see clearly in the harmony of love. . .