[Art Picture Language] 2023.07.28 City Wall Li Shang Pei

When there are clouds in the distant mountains, there will be leaves falling. The fragrance of tea fills the clouds, and the moonlight fills the room. The breeze tunes the piano, and the flowers turn into poetry. Then I will sing about that romantic period and let the past come to an end. When the time comes, it snows, and there are just some plum blossoms blooming, sparse shadows slanting horizontally, and the country of the river is silent. The sound of the flute lingers, and the plum blossoms in the bottle blow in the breeze, so I read all the old poems in the book and play with the wind and moon again. .