Coastal Highway Exit Draft Box

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountain. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, the clock is half gone, a ladle of turbid wine has exhausted the rest of the joy, don't sleep in the cold tonight. She is peerless, pure and clear, like a fairy from heaven falling into the world. People are outside the mortal world, thinking about right and wrong. She is a strange woman who was born to belong to the world. Wherever she goes, all the men in the world bow to her, leaving behind a touch of melancholy. I want to write about such a woman, she is not a heroine, she is as noble as the snow lotus blooming on the iceberg. She was supposed to be in a fairyland on earth, but she voluntarily traveled around the world. She was such a strange woman who made people surrender willingly.