Limit to 500 words. In this unknown canyon, clouds and mist are shrouded all day long, moisture is rampant, and mountains and rivers are lingering. The diffuse water mist slipped into the gaps between the window lattice like a wandering soul, making the people sleeping in the room feel damp and cold, and the coldness was everywhere. Before opening their eyes, they could already feel that the skin exposed on the outside of the quilt was ice-cold to the bone. However, on an extremely rare sunny day, you can also see green mountains and green waters, with numerous flowers reflecting each other. The sunlight falling on the water is clear and pure, and the various flowers hanging down in the water are as bright as the sunset, just like a fairyland in the clouds. Lingyin and the others sat on the rocks by the water and reached out to pick up the soaked petals. The sleeves and belt of her clothes that accidentally fell into the water were fluttering in the running water. She saw the shadow of her home reflected in the water, surrounded by green grass and flowers, as well as the distant and inaccessible clouds.
During those years when she lived in the secluded valley, she often dreamed that in the real clouds, there were many white and soft clouds, dry and warm, like piles of floating cotton. It is different from the moist and gloomy clouds and mist in the valley that are attached to the horizon and born from the water. That was different. The clear and clean clouds hanging high in the sky were also her dream.