Description

A sumptuous banquet at the end of the ninth autumn, with fluttering sleeves brushing against the clouds and rain. Graceful as a green orchid, graceful as a soaring dragon. The beauty of Yue leaves the stream, the girl of Wu stops her white silk. Her slow movements are endless, her complex forms linger until the end. A swirling lotus breaks through the waves, tousled snow swirls in the wind. Her earrings drop as her eyes drift, her long skirts seem to drift into the air. I only worry I can't catch her, so I fly away chasing after a startled wild goose.