This is a pond, a pond standing with spring. Around the pond, there are weeping willows, ancient poplars, peach red and white plums.
It is spring now, with thousands of flowers blooming and blooming in beauty. There are a few red carps swimming leisurely in the pond. Green cat's-eye grass, green bugloss, and green four-leaf clover compete for beauty on the shore; the exquisite red dots are embraced by the delicate mother-in-law, and the pretty annual thorns show off their beauty on the shore; the graceful soft willows, falling cherry blossoms, and tall pink pears all show their talents on the shore. Not to mention the nimble red carp, the nimble oriole, the upright swordtail, and the flexible cattail...
Gradually, night came.
The moon is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing, the water surface is swaying with light and shadow, and the waves are flickering. In the moonlight, countless fallen flowers are drunk, and the light red carp Buddha is moving the light and shadow, pretending to be fallen flowers, dancing on the water surface.
The wind was jealous of the moon's beauty and crushed her into pieces in the water, turning her into a pool of sparkling moonlight.
The moon's shadow gradually moves westward, and one can see an ink shadow standing under the willow tree by the pool.
The moon continued to move westward, and more and more moonlight fell on Ying's body. Gradually, he could see clearly... Mo Ying was a woman, but her face could not be seen clearly. Her face was still in the shadow.
Gradually, we can see her chin. There are crystal drops of water on her chin. Why is this? Is it raining?
The moon was shrouded in black gauze, and the ink shadow could not be seen clearly. After a while, the moonlight shone brightly again, but the ink shadow was no longer there. There is only a drop of water, which is extremely crystal clear on the grass under the willow tree.
The wind has risen again, but this time, there are no colorful falling cherry blossoms, no ripples of light, only a drop of water, quietly shining on the grass under the willow tree.
Cough! The author would like to say that the previous chapter is too much. Please start reading from the 200th chapter.