This picture is like a dream in a purple mist, with a blue-haired goddess standing on the clouds, crushing the spirit of fairy rhyme and cool edge in a lavender halo. Her long hair, like a flowing spring condensed by purple mist, dances lightly in the wind into flowing lines of poetry, and the gold ornaments in her hair flutter like butterfly wings, which shine against the pearl earrings in her ears and the gold chain jewels in her neck. Between the eyebrows, the Milky Way is clear, the lips are like coral kissed by morning dew, and the eyes are gentle and alienated, as if they have just woken up from a thousand years' sleep, showing a lazy aestheticism. A white gauze coat is woven like moonlight, with a stand-up collar outlining a soft neckline, gold buttons like stars and awns, and gold chains on sleeves winding like vines; The black skirt on the lower part of the body is like ink cream, the gilded waist is inlaid with precious stones, and the complicated pattern is like a star track in the dark night, which binds the slender waist into an exquisite poem. When the wind blows, the clothes are fluttering, and the softness of the white gauze is intertwined with the rustling of the black skirt. Every inch of the line seems to be carefully carved, with an immortal spirit and sharpness. She leans on the soft lavender couch, her posture is lazy and attractive, her fingertips lightly lean on the couch edge, and her bare feet are untouched by worldly customs, as if she were a goddess coming out of another world. In this purple mist-filled world, she stands still and becomes a painting and a poem.