残荷，摇曳于清秋。淡淡的香风，依然瑟缩着一个纯洁的梦幻。

Remaining lotus sway in clear autumn. In the faint fragrant breeze, a pure dream still curls up and shivers.

youdao

残荷，摇曳于清秋。淡淡的香风，依然瑟缩着一个纯洁的梦幻。

Remaining lotus sway in clear autumn. In the faint fragrant breeze, a pure dream still curls up and shivers.

youdao