The beauty Zhang wore a flower-like hair crown, a large-sleeved shirt with a red-bottomed gold thread embroidered shirt, a horse-dressed skirt, holding a round fan in her hand, half-covered her face, the lotus steps moved lightly, the skirt fluttered in the wind, the hair was slightly raised, and she looked back and smiled. She walked on the corridor, with mottled tree shadows under her feet, and the petals flying behind her added a sense of agility, and the overall picture was like a flowing ink painting scroll.
