Many years later, when Hou Sen looked back on this past event, he still remembered her, that graceful figure, with knotted bamboo, tall and green, charming and charming, a waterfall of green silk, and a refreshing fragrance. Like the Xuannv who descended from the nine heavens, she is pure and does not eat the fireworks of the world, like the fairy playing by the Yao Pond on the rooftop, who accidentally slipped and fell into the world, and like the fairy Chang'e in the cold moon palace, dancing gracefully and gracefully, she is Bamboo Yun. The emotions of love and hate are all staged here. . .