Drizzle Ripples Perm

The drizzle has just stopped, and the tips of the leaves in the lotus pond have just broken through the water. She stood at the end of the bridge and looked at the faint green timidly poking out of the spring mud. He said, "The lotus will come back when it blooms." But now the sharp corners are only showing, and the flowering period is still far away. The ripples spread out wherever the wind passed, like the mornings and evenings she had counted. Suddenly, someone came from the depths of the willow shade, his clothes stained with dust from the long journey - it turned out that he came back before the flowers bloomed.