Diancui poetry

Draw a bridge east wind, the waves are late, and the canoe lotus is moving everywhere.

I want to cut my makeup and steal my eyes, but I am ashamed to pick hibiscus and hide moths.

This is an imaginary scene from the perspective of the landlord's tour: the breeze in the evening rippled gently, and there was a cheerful song when he came back from picking lotus in the distance. At this time, when she saw you standing on the bridge looking at her, she wanted to tidy up her makeup quickly, but when she was sorting out her clothes, she couldn't help secretly looking at you. She suddenly realized it herself, so she shyly picked a lotus flower and covered her blushing cheeks.

Come on, landlord, I wish landlord happiness ~ ~ ~