The peach petals fell on the wet bluestone steps with the rain. She stretched out her hand to pick them up.
Gently twisting it up, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand gradually tilted to block the surrounding sight...
The woman in the dream was dressed in white, holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing alone in the rain. She actually took off her clothes.
The beauty of the world is not stained by the world.
But her brows seemed to be tied with half a curl of sorrow, and occasionally the wind came and blew away the flowers in her hands.
Umbrella, but it can't blow the beauty's brow...
Intention: Look, there is a bright moon above Chang'an, and there are all living beings in Chang'an city.