The wind blows, the boat ripples, the nebula pours wine, and the catkins look drunkenly.
I picked up the pen after pondering, and the pen rustled and moved, and the spirit deer on the paper was ready.
Raising my eyes, I saw the moon hanging over the eaves, smiling and talking to people.
I wrote it seriously, feel free to take a look at it, don't study it seriously, Crab
Intention: No intention