The lotus is in bloom, the silver pond is quiet, the cool weather is early, how many green-winged dragonflies are there? The Liuliu water window is open, and there is a breeze under the fan. I remember the man sitting with me, peeling off the lotus pods with his delicate hands.
"The sky is blue, and the East China Sea is so deep, I have never felt that time lasts long. But as soon as I came out, thinking about you sitting with me and smiling slightly, I felt that I had waited too long."
I remember sitting with that person, sitting with him... Where are those hands that peeled off the lotus pods for me now? Smelling the aroma of wine in the painting, I felt a little overwhelmed, and I hoped that the tears that streaked down my cheeks were not tears.
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