Mu Yingxue

In Yunjin Mountain, a white horse gallops on the grass on the hillside. Wherever the horse's hooves hit, green grass grew everywhere, and the remaining yellow dandelion flowers and leaves were broken into pieces. A handsome man gently held the delicate woman in his arms with his left arm. He held the reins in his right hand and drove the horse straight to the foot of the mountain. The long sleeves are exposed to the wind, and the clothes are flying. The strong wind carried large raindrops, which seemed to be driving away the beauty of the mountains. The sky is like ink, and the rain is like pouring water. The man hugged the woman in his arms and rushed into the cave. On the smooth and slightly cool bluestone floor, young men and women leaned over and made a mess. The sound of tolls is rolling, and on the grass stretching to the sky in the distance, lightning is like fiery trees and silver flowers blooming brilliantly...