The tinkling sound of the piano, the faint red robe under the green curtain, the silver hair scattered on the red robe like a stream of water, the black eyelashes covering the bustling eyes, the fair and slender hands are particularly delicate against the red robe, the sound of the piano like flowing water, like resentment and admiration, lingering from these hands. It makes people feel as if they are in a deep and quiet valley. In a bend of spring water, there are charming water lilies blooming quietly. You can only see them from a distance. The fragrance of the lotus is like old wine, intoxicating the heart and mind.