The first time I saw Yaoliang, it was surrounded by blue mist. I was deeply attracted by the mist, and walked over little by little. I gently sniffed the blue mist and started playing. While playing, I forgot everything, as if I was floating in the air. Only the sound of the winding beam was in my ears. It was so beautiful that I couldn't describe it in any words. From that moment on, I couldn't let go of the winding beam. At night, I ran to my mother's palace and slept with her: "Mother, I'm cold." My mother hugged me and said, "I'm not warm either. It's almost summer, and we're still covered in winter quilts. Why is it still so cold?" There were only two people in the huge palace, me and me. How could we not feel cold? ...........