In ancient China, a bluestone path winds to the front of the Yue Cave gate. The brick-carved peonies on the lintel are blooming brightly, and the petals are visible. The pink wall embraces a pool of clear water, the water lilies float lazily on the water, and the koi shuttles between the Taihu stones. The paintings of the heavy towers in the distance are stacked up, and the glazed tiles are shining with gold-like light in the sun, and the jade bells hanging from the eaves are jingling, turning the classical charm into a long ancient song.
