Green Hair and White Dew Morning and Evening

In March in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains continuously. Looking across the lake, under a small pavilion with green bricks and red tiles, there is a green cloth and oil-paper umbrella. Little bits of drizzle fell into the center of the lake, creating sparkling blue waves, as if his heart was in chaos. Raising her head, a blue robe came into her eyes, and then her lips felt cool...