[Yituyu] 2023.08.25 Yuhe Chen Shisi

The drizzle in the lotus pond is chaotic, and the curtains are curled up with smoke in the evening hall. The fragrance will not sink into the water, and the leisurely passion will let you go. The wind is blowing deep on the shore, and the turtles are cold and the leaves are in the fields. Lonely, I listen to the lingering rhyme, and the sound flows into the edge of the threshold. .