Falling Raindrops Leave No Trace of Stars

At dawn, thousands of branches show in the plain fields, and the beautiful scrolls are like embroidered celestial spheres. The eternity is like a river, washing away the elegance of ink and painting, and talking about the quiet scenery of mountains and rivers. When all the prosperity is in full bloom, the clear spring water flows like a strange stream. The ancient alleys of Cangran are filled with thousands of sorrows. When the silk and light gauze are brushed away, dreams and memories of beautiful scenery are as colorful as autumn.