I saw three people standing under the big willow tree. The middle one was wearing a dark black robe, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. This man had a cold face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a slight blush under the corner of his right eye, which turned out to be a tear mole upon closer inspection. He was tall and tall, with black hair tied up in a silver ring. Just standing there motionless made people feel a little stressed. There is a young man on the left who is also slender, with a white face and no beard, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and gentle and friendly eyes. He is wearing a light green robe, like a willow tree. Occasionally, the willow branches will flutter, so that the human eye cannot tell whether it is his clothes fluttering or the willow branches. There is a young man on the right with a rebellious look, and a cloak hanging on his body like fire. Half of his body is leaning on the tree trunk, with his feet propped up, and the cloak blows like a dancing glow.