Dreaming in Qingchuan

Zhao Yirong saw a green figure walking out of the misty rain holding an oil-paper umbrella. The young man lifted his robe and walked across the threshold. He handed the umbrella to the servant, nodded slightly, turned around and saluted Mrs. Zhao. Raise your hands, bend your waist, and lower your head. The movements are clean and neat, neither fast nor slow. Every movement can be included in the painting. For some reason, Zhao Yirong suddenly thought of that song - "The Fairy in the Painting".