The light rain has passed, the lotuses are turning, and the scented wind has begun to blow.
Smoke sinks into the water, pearls break into pieces, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime.
The story of Ansuke and Ginzi, without it, there is no love.
It's a self-entertainment work during the summer vacation. I wrote it because I wanted to write it, that's all.
The above two sentences are copied from Su Shi's "Ruan Lang Gui" and are just copied.