She lay on her side on the thick and low trunk of the peach tree and slept lightly. It was spring, and the wind gently lifted her hair from her forehead. The petals fell, and the stars fell on her white clothes. The wide sleeves of her robe hung under the branches, swaying in the breeze. The creek is gurgling, the waves are sparkling under the sunlight, the spring is melting, the earth is warming up, and there is peace. He came from the other side of the river, stepped gently across the creaking bamboo bridge, and walked straight towards his girl. He picked up her broken hair and pinned it behind her small ears, leaned down, pressed his lips to her earlobe, and said softly: "I'm back, my girl." A drop of crystal overflowed from the corner of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
Intention: court, rivers and lakes, love between sons and daughters
