Under the cold moon, the waterweed blooms at the right time,
The mirror image becomes an illusion in the closed space.
Warmth replaces disguised indifference,
Friends bring lemongrass flavors.
The cat's-eye grass urges the geraniums to bloom,
Memory writes a new chapter.
The calm water ripples,
Embark on a journey with the tethered Bird of Paradise.
The flame of life dances wonderful moments,
Whose heart strings have been disturbed by the wind without trace?
The silent cat is in vain,
The lost children by the lake sow the seeds of autumn peonies.
(Think about it, this is an article to commemorate myself, so I might as well repost it. It's a pity to delete it. Although the writing is not good, the ending is rewarding [the ending has not yet been written] Seed of Superpower, God-like Game, Past and Future)