I learned last night that the incense was still on the right bank. Where the fragrance comes from, the desire to find it has been dazed. Iris oleander, calamus all over the water's edge. Sniffing is not, tonight again. Occasional gardenia flowers, lawns blooming.

I learned last night that the incense was still on the right bank. Where the fragrance comes from, the desire to find it has been dazed. Iris oleander, calamus all over the water's edge. Sniffing is not, tonight again. Occasional gardenia flowers, lawns blooming. The wisps are the thickest, and it is last night's pity. Pick up the micro rainbow and give me a column alone. Wave after wave of willow shores, insects chirping clouds and moons south. The girl shouted loudly, trying to get back to the sound. To the west there is Merlin, singing with light smoke. Halfway through the hour, I didn't look at Feng Youlan. The sound of frogs is gradually thinning, and the night is quiet and sweet. (Don River)