Lotus's heart
In the pond,
A white lotus, stunning all summer, she was in the middle of the water, looking at the moon gracefully, as if telling the heart of five hundred years ago.
A wisp of fragrance ran over and grabbed my sleeve, and the aroma wafted through my body.
A mischievous fish, despite Lotus's reticence, jumps up and down in the water, plays with Red Lotus, plays games that others do not understand, and breaks the moonlight in the pond.
Not far away came the sound of frogs and melons, the sound was high and low, singing harmony, chanting jagged beauty.
A gust of wind blew, blowing wet Lotus's heart...
The pond boiled, the water danced with the lotus, and all the sorrows and frustrations drifted away with the wind...
