He worshipped the prime minister three times, was demoted three times, which poems have you read?

Song 7."Dotted Lips - Shui Mo Light Cold"

The water is light and cold, the light rain is like silk, and the breeze blows on the face, bringing a trace of coolness. The shrine that has just been moistened by the spring rain stands quietly in the distance, as if telling an ancient and long story. The east wind is slow, with the freshness and floral fragrance after the rain, blowing leisurely across the water, creating layers of ripples. New swallows are busy building their nests under the eaves, and their light shuttle between the wet rain and fallen flowers adds a bit of life to this early morning.

Inside the room, the woman sat quietly, and the needle and thread in her hand seemed to become a bridge between her and the world. Sometimes her gaze falls on the window, sometimes withdraws, as if thinking about the bits and pieces of life. Beside the elephant ruler smoker, she stopped what she was doing, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she was remembering something. Her heart, perhaps like this falling flying red, is chaotic and complicated, looking forward to news from afar.

Lying on her side behind the bead curtain, her figure looms, like a fairy in the fog, giving people a hazy and mysterious beauty. Her every movement, every look, seems to tell her story and emotions. Her presence makes the song more vivid and interesting, and also makes us look forward to the subsequent storyline.

Reading these words, I seem to be able to feel the morning breeze, the moist air, and the faint sorrow of the woman. It was all like a beautiful picture, slowly unfolding before my eyes. At the same time, this poem also made me think more deeply about life and emotions. In this noisy world, we should perhaps be like that woman, calm down, feel the beauty of life, and cherish those people and things that are worth cherishing.