The shadows of mountains in the distance are winding and overlapping, and wild geese fly into the clouds, blending into the dusk under the yellowing sunset.
Above Daiyuan, it is like clouds and fog. Surrounded by green mountains, a small boat moved forward slowly, with an immortal wearing a green shirt standing on the bow. When the fog rises and the wind falls, I can see the sleeves of the immortal's clothes fluttering lightly, and the breeze holds his arms, but I don't know his true appearance.
The immortal in green shirt vaguely seemed to be thinking of "Yun Shang".
Purpose: I want to write some pure and sincere stories