The god of Luoshui is named Mi Fei. Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, with brilliant autumn chrysanthemums and gorgeous spring pine trees. It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind. Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow; looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as a flower rising from Lubo.
He Yan: "There are two Qiaos in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhen Miqiao in Hebei." ' This is an exaggeration.
Xun Yun: Can I say something inelegant to this 'most beautiful woman in the North'? Um, can't you? Then I have nothing to say.
Cao Xiong:. . . . . . [Tears burst out]
Cao Chong: Huh? Why did Brother Six run away crying? Didn't Sixth Brother say before that he would marry the most beautiful woman in the North?
Cao Biao: Little Xiong'er was crying with joy. Fortunately, the third brother had already married her.