Chi Ling Pulling Silk

In the snow, as the old man's fingers danced, the puppet danced gracefully, with graceful and graceful movements, just like a real person. The dancer's lips were red, as if they were stained with blood, and with the vivid imitation of the old man's voice, she was like a cuckoo weeping blood. Raising her head to worship the moon, her bright jade hands embrace the moon in the nine heavens, just like a fairy. The old man said, this is the beauty's bones, and the gray is the flesh, so the beauty's soul is hidden in it.