on a tall branch,
a male bird,
swaying little body,
Gently flapping two wings,
vigorously inflating the throat sac,
chirping rhythmically,
standing quietly on the back of a female bird,
The female bird at this time,
is slowly removing its tail,
When arching the back,
only male birds,
Gently rub the female bird,
two birds,
In this delicate and intimate way of contact,
enjoying the fun on the branches,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise on earth,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved,
crystal clear,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The wind caressed all kinds o