This picture is like a dream in a purple mist. A blue-haired goddess is standing in the clouds, crushing the fairy rhyme and cool-edge spirits in a lavender halo. Her long hair is like flowing spring water condensed by purple mist, dancing lightly in the wind into flowing poems, and the gold ornaments in her hair flutter like butterfly wings, shining 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 corals kissed by morning dew, and the eyes are gentle and alienated, as if they have just woken up from a thousand-year sleep, showing a lazy aestheticism. The upper body is wearing a white gauze blouse, which is woven like moonlight. The vertical collar outlines a soft neckline, showing a beautiful chest curve. The gold buttons are like stars, and the gold chains on the sleeves are like vines. The black knee-length skirt of the lower body is like ink cream, revealing slender jade feet, and a red rope decorated with exquisite bells is tied at the ankle of barefoot. The gilded waist is inlaid with precious stones, and the complicated patterns, such as star tracks in the dark night, bind the slender waist into a delicate poem. When the wind blows, the clothes are fluttering, the softness of the white gauze is intertwined with the rustling of the black skirt, and every inch of the line seems to have been carefully carved. She walked on the flower path full of sea of clouds, elegant and lazy, and her bare feet were unmoved by the world, as if she were a goddess coming out of another world. In this purple fog-filled world, she stood still and turned into a painting.