For a single thought, I would like to travel far for it.

As long as I make a promise, I am willing to trek through mountains and rivers.

It's just an old dream, but I can't forget it.

Just because of a memory, I cherish it for the rest of my life.

This is the first sunny day after recovering from a serious illness.

At this time, the sun has turned west, and I have begun to make the decision to travel for the first time in my life.

Along the way, we first passed through a swamp overgrown with weeds, then encountered a fiery red maple forest, and by the time we reached Seven Star Bay, it was already evening.

That night the night sky was cloudy, and soon after the clouds covered the top, I suspected that the night rain was about to fall.

Heaven did not allow me to think much about this matter, and in the blink of an eye I was reminded that the rain had arrived, drenching every plant and tree in the place.

It was a rare night rain, and it was a rainy night that I had never had.

While the sky was raining heavily, the moonlit night was hazy.

A bright moon appeared in the place where the dark clouds were not shrouded, and secretly sprinkled the white moonlight on the earth.

I benefited from the light in the rain, and it was because of this that I saw the white moonlight illuminating the raindrops falling from the sky.

It was these innumerable raindrops, in the not-so-bright moonlight, like a crystal clear curtain.

Raindrops fall vertically to the ground in mid-air, or tilt and drift away with the wind, some drop to the branches, some drop directly on the lotus leaves, and make the rain splash everywhere.

I regret that the lotus pond was washed away by the night rain, which caused all the lotus flowers to disappear.

The rain didn't last long, and the dark clouds began to recede northward, and the rain took it with it.

The twinkling galaxy of the night, the blue sky once again, the magical and quiet Milky Way, and the strange and ancient six stars in the southern sky, together add to the distant space, a touch of strangeness and psychedelia.

The summer night after the rain is not quiet, the cicadas are secretly hidden in the dark night, they are all volunteering for tonight, and the opening music of the dark night carnival is squeaked.

Fireflies are also coming to join in the excitement, facing the wind in the night, and flying on the lotus leaves after the rain.

A gust of south wind shook the treetops and gave me a shiver, and I was thinking that autumn should be coming.

The lotus leaf has never had the ability to resist the wind, and every time the wind comes, the lotus leaf can only bow its head to the wind and avoid the wind with weakness.

But the wind does not covet the drowning of lotus leaves, runs after destroying the lotus flowers, and runs into the distance with a strong wind.

A breeze carried a faint fragrance of lotus, and from a distance came the sound of a frog, mixed with the chirping of cicadas, and played a strange night dance.

The humidity brought by the night rain slowly dissipated, the air slowly began to dry, and the gray finches escaped the heavy rain at night, and came out in flocks to relax.

In mid-air, he circled and circled, busy and did not forget to face the night, and let out a strange hiss.

In a temple deep in the mountains, a series of heavy bells sounded, so frightened that the feathers of the gray finch were raised, and the lost soul was busy rowing down and perched on the lotus pond.