The wind is rising and the spring is warm,
The golden chariot passed by,
The majestic and powerful hand with the emerald ring finger in the colorful golden brocade bordered by the coiled dragon bead stretched out in front of her eyes gently and domineeringly, "Come, ride with me!"
She recalled this scene countless times,
The soft afternoon sunshine,
If there is but no dipterocarps and Canaanite incense,
The fine sweat on the nose,
The rapid and jumping heartbeat in my chest,
At that time, she didn't know what kind of unknown was waiting for her...