Have you ever seen a dragonfly touch the water?
In the summer afternoon, red roses bloom wildly under your feet, and the breeze outlines your hair, mixing with a long song. A green dragonfly paused in the center of the lake, bending its slender tail into a bow shape and extending it into the water, leaving traces of traces.
Like a sacred ceremony. He spent the rest of his life weaving the story of his love with the lake, but he only carefully kissed the sleeping cheek of the lake.
The ripples dissipate, and there may be no trace left...