[Art and Picture Language] 2021.08.04 Nanfengtian in Moss Courtyard

Spring is deep in the idle window of the small courtyard, and the heavy curtain is not yet dark. Leaning on the building, Yaoqin is speechless. Xiu Izumo urges the twilight, and the wind blows the rain to lighten the shade. I am afraid that pear blossoms are unbearable.