I am not Ximen Qing.

This is a dream of Jiangnan, a dream of Jiangnan. Ah, without the graceful lotus dance of the beauties, we would miss the most beautiful spring dream of Quyuan Fenghe. There are already beauties. And there's the "Spring River Flower Moon Night" melody of "Spring River Moonlight Song." Perhaps it's been a long time since I've felt such an alluring connection to everyday life; perhaps my inner peace is too rational. It lacks the feeling of love and passionate impulse. It's not that the lotus-picking girls aren't beautiful. It's not alluring, nor is it the melody of "Spring River Flower Moon Night," lacking the imagination and dreamlike quality of the goddess Moonlight.

Recalling the dreams of Song Yu and Chu Xiang, the goddess of Wushan, and Deng Tu Zi's "Ode to Lust," what difference is there between the immortal beauty before us and the dream of the goddess of Wushan? In truth, the most carefree and leisurely beauty of Jiangnan lies in the egrets in the sky, the lotus-picking girls gracefully and elegantly appearing. The egrets float serenely on the water, like intelligent water birds, waiting only for the melody of "Spring River Flower Moon Night" to begin. Unbeknownst to them, the egrets are already flying in the sky above the lotus-picking girls, and no one can sense their stealthy flight. Moreover, the white dew doesn't act like a peeping tom of beauty, making the beauties uncomfortable or the lotus-picking girls feel awkward. The white dew has no presence at all; it's just the shimmering water, the perfect, charming scene. Why are the white deer so calm and elegant? Is it because the West Lake's Xizhimen (West Lake) isn't beautiful? Isn't it alluring? Actually, no. In truth, this egret harbors feelings for Bai Le and the comb in its heart, indulging in its daily romance. Of course, Zhang Sheng also ascends to the celestial palace with the arrival of spring. Ordinary people cannot see the beauty of the lotus-picking girl because they haven't entered Su Shi and Bai Letian's "White Dew Spring Dream"—it's so beautiful! The dream of the comb and Bai Letian together on West Lake! A dream to be found!

Another poem about red plum blossoms

Sleep well and wake late, don't be annoyed by the lateness; pity your icy face, unsuitable for the season. Occasionally, you might paint a small red peach or apricot hue, leisurely and elegant, still retaining a solitary, thin, snow-frost-like appearance.

Do not let your idle mind wander with the vicissitudes of life; what is it that makes the wine slightly intoxicating, permeating the jade-like air? The old poet, unaware of the plum blossom's elegance, recites poems while gazing upon the green leaves and spring branches.

Nanxiangzi

Her skin, as white as ice and snow, exudes fragrance; even the immortals of Mount Gusha are unlike her. The new brocade washed at the head of the Jin River is unsuitable; therefore, she wears ordinary, light clothing.

Under the warm sun, behind the heavy curtains, spring slumber lingers, and I rise late. What was the reason for Manqian's alluring charm? Back then, she was called "son" by Xizhen.

Two lychees

Heaven, with its masterful hand, bestows upon me garments always crimson. Each time I gaze upon her from the depths of the magnificent hall, I feel pity for her, for our hearts are one.

We've been inseparable since childhood, never apart from each other at banquets and parties. Now, bitterness and resentment linger, for we've been torn apart; how can we ever be together again as we once were?

Is this a white egret? Isn't it like the white egret flying into the sky after a storm and lightning in the reeds of the Expo Park wetland, from the reeds of the Beijing Expo Park wetland to the dream of the white egret in Quyuan Fenghe? The white egret that has always had such a connection with Zhang Sheng, this dream is so beautiful, let the dream of the white egret continue!

Another collection of sentences

Her skin was as smooth as jade, like the dew of Wu Rong; a clear song sung in a golden pot, like the ladle of Zheng Gu.

Like the familiar leaves and twigs of cardamom in early February (Li Shangyin), just as Du Mu wrote.

Youth is fleeting, as Bai Juyi wrote, "In those fragrant days, I steal a moment to get drunk."

The silk curtains hang low, the silver candles burn low. (Han Wo) Joy and pleasure, I let my life's spirit soar to the heavens. (Du Mu)

or

Where do I lean against the railing? (Du Mu) The moon is full over the high tower with music and pipes. (Du Mu)

In my butterfly dream, my home is ten thousand miles away, on a cliff and muddy path. I still grow old, and when sorrow comes, I force myself to be more forgiving. - Du Fu

A bright mirror reflects a beautiful woman's face (Li Shangyin); following the path of life, one finds it more dreary than a dream (Han Yu).

Candles half-shaded with gold and jade, Li Shangyin; Late at night, embroidered quilt burning incense, a solitary gaze, Li Shangyin.

The egret's eyes were so clear, like a deep pool of water, spotless and pure. It was almost unreal; it was the egret that made Zhang Sheng feel the romantic, carefree dreams of Jiangnan among the amorous young men! The egrets in the Expo Park wetlands seemed like reclusive hermits; the long lenses of photographers couldn't capture their figures! The egrets at Quyuan Fenghe, who seemed to dance like colorful lotuses, seemed to awaken Zhang Sheng's dream of time and space with their daydreams. So, Immortal Beauty does exist, it exists in the space-time of dreams. The egret, oh egret, brought Zhang Sheng into the romantic dreams of the amorous young men! Zhang Sheng often entered into love of space and time, and different love of space and time at that. Are gone love dreams?

“Cailian, you’re finally free from rehearsals,”

They need rest. What's the difference between them and the girls playing the accordion at the Central Conservatory of Music? The egrets have disappeared, and everything returns to realism. Realism sees ugliness, not the illusion of beauty. The eyes of the lotus-picking girls don't carry love dreams; they've been in dreams for too long. They need the delicious taste of reality. Star girls are always full of hostility. The egret, possessing the soul and spirit of Su Shi, Bai Juyi, and Lin Bu, makes Zhang Sheng understand why only the charming egrets of West Lake know that Zhang Sheng is searching for immortal beauty. West Lake allows all loving dreams to exist, not to be disillusioned. It's unlikely to produce the disillusionment of Balzac's *The Wild Ass's Skin* or *The Rise and Fall of a Courtesan*. West Lake is where everything is resurrected, where hope exists. Zhang Sheng is lost again, wanting to go back, back to the Su Causeway. He remembers the distant Leigong Pagoda; isn't the timing perfect? Even though it gets late and you can climb Leifeng Pagoda for a panoramic view of West Lake, I never imagined I'd actually go up it. All my impressions of Leifeng Pagoda are still based on Lu Xun. Speaking of Leifeng Pagoda's collapse, West Lake offers the chance to meet the White Snake or Su Dongpo. Su Dongpo held an important place in Zhang Sheng's life; the Dongpo Meizhou Restaurant in the Asian Games Village was Zhang Sheng's go-to place for late-night snacks for several years. Eating Su Dongpo's braised pork knuckle and all sorts of delicious Meizhou snacks—and of course, I'll never forget the time my darling and granddaughter sipped and drank, half-drunk.

"My buddy here is single."

"Yes, introduce me to a girl as beautiful as you,"

"Alright. Okay, let's wait for an opportunity."

The promise of my beloved is still clear in my ears. Zhang Sheng once fantasized that she would introduce him to a great beauty, but those are all dreams of the past. In the past, Song Yu and Zhang Sheng's romantic and dashing style echoed that of Su Shi and Bai Juyi. Now I understand that I've only skimmed through Su Shi's complete works. I've read Bai Juyi's complete works several times, but each time I open the book, it's like reading new poems. The same is true of West Lake. The beauty of West Lake is inexhaustible, and the dream of West Lake is endless. The egrets in the lotus pond at Quyuan made Zhang Sheng understand what a dream is. I wonder what awaits Zhang Sheng ahead? Here lies Su Shi's most dreamlike life. How beautiful West Lake is! West Lake was generous to Bai Juyi and Su Shi, allowing poets to sing and showcase the beauty and essence of Tang and Song poetry in its great embrace. They were lost, completely lost, searching for their way back. Lost in the metasequoia forest, lost in the depths of the ponds and streams, everything was beautiful, and he wished it could stay this way. Was West Lake playing a joke on him, or was Zhang Sheng playing a joke on West Lake? Or was he fantasizing about egrets flying in? Only a spirit could allow Zhang Sheng to experience the dream of egrets. He couldn't be disappointed in love and romance. Meeting Su Dongpo was completely different from the Su Dongpo in the painting exhibition in the Forbidden City; this must be the young Su Dongpo.

The dashing Su Dongpo stood on the riverbank, with young women from Dengzhou not far away.

"Hey handsome, who are you waiting for? Tell me who you are! So handsome!"

"Don't misunderstand, he is Su Dongpo!"

"Ah, this is wonderful! I've met Su Dongpo!"

"That's right, he is none other than the dashing and romantic Su Dongpo."

What a dramatic meeting! Lotus leaves and flowers in the style of Bada Shanren (a famous Chinese painter). The lotus flowers in West Lake are different from those in the Old Summer Palace and the Summer Palace. Especially the lotus leaves. The lotus leaves, flowers, and even the swimming fish created by Bada Shanren—the spirit of his landscape paintings emerges from a transcendent and pure divine form, unburdened by human constraints. Any hint of affectation would ruin it. The Su Causeway and Bai Causeway are also part of the West Lake landscape. They are also devoid of any artificiality, any trace of affectation, not even the slightest hint.