There is a fox in the wild. It drinks the morning dew in the morning and eats ripe fruits in the evening. It walks on the water and dances with the wind. It gathers the spirits of heaven and earth, collects the essence of the sun and the moon, and transforms into a human form for thousands of years. It is a fox fairy.
I saw a woodcutter walking in the mountains, hearing a woman singing softly, dancing in the trees, raising her hands and feet, looking around, and she was so charming and charming, it was completely natural. There may be a man standing with a flute, high-fiving and making peace. His white clothes are like snow, looking cool and elegant.
Before I wanted to go, I suddenly encountered heavy fog. The fog dispersed and there was no trace. It was a great surprise. I searched again, but to no avail. I thought it was a fairy, and regretfully returned.
——"False Talk in the Mountains"