On the bluestone road in the water town of Jiangnan, a gentle and lovely ancient woman walked up gracefully. Her long hair, which was as soft as ink, drooped softly to her waist, was gently tied up with just a jade hairpin of mutton fat, and a few strands of hair fell playfully on her fair neck, like a lively pen mark on an ink painting.
The eyebrows are as dark as the distance, and when they are gently frowning, it seems to contain infinite sorrow, and it also reveals a bit of pity for weakness. The eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear and bright, the eyes were deep brown, and the gentle charm of the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River was filled with the flow. The cheeks are as pink as peach blossoms in March, with a natural blush, as if they were gently kissed by the warm spring sun.
She was wearing a moon-white silk skirt, with fluttering sleeves, and the exquisite plum blossom patterns were embroidered with silver thread. Following her footsteps, the plum blossoms seemed to bloom in the wind, and the faint fragrance floated. A light blue ribbon was tied around her waist, which was shaped into a delicate bow, which further highlighted her slender waist that was not full of grip. She was wearing a light pink gauze cloak, and the gauze on the cloak danced with the wind, like a dream, as if she was covered with a thin cloud.
At this moment, she was standing by an ancient stone arch bridge. The river water was gurgling and the waves were sparkling. A black-sailed boat was passing by slowly, and the boatman at the bow hummed the melodious Jiangnan tune. On the other side of the bridge is a house with pink walls and black tiles. The smoke from cooking is rising and blends with the sunset in the sky. The woman held an oil-paper umbrella with a light blue color on the surface, and was painted with a few green bamboos. She raised her head slightly and looked at the sunset in the sky, like a beautiful ancient painting, revealing countless poetry and tenderness.
