summer, the lush reeds are covered with water, the whole wetland becomes a green ocean, the breeze blows, the green waves ripple, and people create unlimited thoughts.
The reeds are sparse, some are dense, and the dense aloe dances the graceful figure, the slim, the shadows.
I squatted a reed with a reed, and waved it. Under the wind, the reeds were like the flowers of the goddess, and they were swaying overhead. We blew against the reeds and jumped on the newly turned dirt. So happy!