There are vast clouds and a few rows of pheasants.
Although it is awkward, its wings are flapping smoothly.
Since the beginning of the day, the road has been particularly long;
Lift it up and fall down at dusk. Already sleeping on the irrigation.
There are white clouds and a row of quails.
Even though it is shaking, its wings are shaking.
From the beginning of the day, the way is also half;
When the evening falls, he has fallen asleep in the water.
The clouds are misty and the pheasant walks alone.
Even though it's trembling, its wings are swollen.
Since the beginning of the day, the road has also approached;
Lifting it at dusk and falling, it has fallen asleep under the water.
The author just wants to tell a story, so the focus is not on the protagonist or the development of love.
Sorry if I don't like it, I'm a newbie, thank you for your understanding!
Spatula: a legendary Western bird
Pavilion, spade eagle. The sacred bird of the five directions. The east is invented, the south is bright, the west is bright, the north is prosperous, and the center is phoenix. ——"Shuowen"