Four Poles of Ancient Times

The picture swirling in the mind of a Pisces girl: Wisteria, purple leaves, white flowers and silver pistils, the sound of the Brahma is just right, and the light blue radiant spiritual butterflies are flying, leaving behind a halo. A girl in a star-blue ancient robe is sitting on her knees by the sea of ​​flowers. Her long snow-colored hair hangs neatly on the ground, as if her gold-encrusted hair is entwined with deep purple vines. Pure white Buyu stands on his left shoulder, with long tail feathers. She lowered her eyebrows, focused and silent, like a pure white carving knife carving clear black ice between her jade fingers...