2. Egret, you are like a fog, which permeates the sky of this city, my heart and a sad river.
3. Egret, you can soar with your wings. Although I yearn for your world as much as you beautiful creatures, I still want you to soar to the sky and perch on the branches, so elegant and proud. Even if your life is over, you should hide quietly in the branches and don't be exposed to the modern city. Your dead man must be beautiful and noble.
Egret, your feet are slender, your neck is slender, your mouth is still slender, and your flying wings are slender. My skinny fingers, like those bamboo poles without leaf buds, were originally used for writing poems, but you are still thinner than my fingers because they are slender.
On the shore about 300 meters away from the ship, there are a group of great white birds. They stroll leisurely, dance from time to time, fly low in the river, and the scene is spectacular, forming a charming scene of "birds are green, water and sky are the same color" "This is Du Fu's egret," said Mr. Li, who is also an expert on wetlands. "They are white elves in the wetland."
6. I put my finger up to build a forest. Egret, your wings are as white as snow, full of sunshine, and my fingers are gloomy. You swept my fingertips and flew away gracefully but proudly. Only a little spilled shadow fell on my palm, like a dream and a tune, which reminded me of unreasonable reverie. .