A stream of clear water started from under the willow shade, passed through the bluestone bridge hole, and gurgled into my heart.
The water ripples from the paulownia boat disturbed the beautiful smiles of peonies reflected in the water on both sides of the bank, and embarrassed the golden carp that floated to the surface to exhale.
The cries of orioles passed over the high-rise eaves, penetrated into the naughty boy's copper bell, and vividly turned into the child's innocent laughter.
The quaint fragrance that permeated the air from the ancient books softened the whole body, turning into a thin veil of fairy dancing.
Dreamy, ethereal, and the intricate plot can always bloom into a holy water lotus in your heart.
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