There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the charming city and then the charming country. I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. It is hard to find a beautiful woman! As the ancients said, if you are near water or a tower, you will get the moon first. But she managed to climb up to the platform near the water, but fell to the bottom of the lake with a "plop". She felt that the moon was too far away and she only deserved it as a companion.