The sunshine is  hiding in the hill. Shyly face.

The flowers of ocean is endless and converging the dictionary of spring.

There are a long skirt, and two dimples.

She dived in the flowers that is waist-high.

She stretch out her arms and to breathing the air of morning.

She’s not the goddess of Luo River but the second goddess of Luo River.

I heard the birds singing in the morning.

But it’s not truth, it was her laughter.

I saw the butterfly dancing in the flowers, but it was her wander.

The stream playing the music. The breeze flicking her dress.

I don’t know, until arrive the rock beach.

When the stream became the waves and the breeze became the powerful waves.

When the fresh air are dispersed.

When the tenderness is faded and the autumn waters is outflow.

At that moment, is her still here?

I unwilling break her tranquility and beauty.

So, I never appeared.