There are cicadas in this world. They go to sleep in the winter, hibernate in the spring, and emerge from the ground in the summer. If cicadas are like this, who are they? It snowed early that year, and the little Taoist nun Liu Zhichan on Helan Mountain came down from the mountain, just like the spring cicada emerging from the ground. A man from the mountain showed her the prosperity of the imperial capital and the splendid summer flowers. He drew her eyebrows and held her umbrella in his arms.
