The eastern horizon was just stained with a fish-maw white, but the high mountains in the east, which stood like a barrier, looked darker and added a mysterious color. As soon as I could, I turned from the road and stopped beside a hill. At this time, although it was late autumn, it was not too cold in Jiangnan, and the grass on the hill was lush. The horse did not dismount, but let the white horse ride slowly and let it lower its head to eat grass. Dawn dim, but can clearly see the person on the horse a white clothes, like a cloud hair soft down to the shoulder; Eyes such as the bright autumn water, eyebrows such as the crescent moon bend. Her red lips were delicate and soft, set against a moderately straight nose. Composed of a kind of dust transcendent vulgar beauty, people dare not look up, but also reluctant to look at her. She sat on her side in a carved saddle, with a sword hanging on the edge of the saddle, in an elegant form, inlaid with many precious pearls and jade. It, too, was white and swayed slightly in the cool morning wind. Her eyebrows frown slightly, as if on a distant mountain covered by a faint mist.