Light mist curls around the small green hills, and the perennial mist on the top of the mountain seems to be hiding some secret. Pieces of clear and moist bamboo forest are like mica stones sinking in the misty valley bottom. Faintly, there is a bamboo house. There is a peach tree in front of the fence, its roots are intertwined, and the peach blossoms are blooming all over the sky. They are shadowy, like a rolling cloud of fire, deep and shallow, like floating glass. An old man stood solemnly under the tree, his blue clothes flying, the stone table next to him was filled with cyanide, and a celadon cup fell to the ground, so white that it could not catch the dust, like a baby that had just fallen to the ground. I am confused and don't know what happened.
Have you finally remembered?