Maybe on a cold winter night, you heard someone singing softly from beyond the wall: Taoist plumage, white cloud heart, one piano, one sword, one Danqing. Light snow, red furnace, yellow bud wine, night reading of the Ziwei Dongting Sutra. The lingering sound lingers, Just like the sounds of nature, you walk away on the snow and follow the sound, and suddenly you see dim lights in the distance. After walking for a quarter of an hour, you go straight into the bamboo forest, and your eyes suddenly open up, and the warmth hits your face. Then you see a white crane dancing lightly, and a dragon girl in red playing the piano and singing. You were astonished, so you rubbed your eyes. When you looked again, you found yourself standing outside your house, and the grass and trees on the street were bleak. The world talks about gods, but you don't know that maybe they are by your side.