The sky above was full of white, fluffy clouds, which blanketed the blinding sun.
The clear lake below the white expanse reflected what was above it perfectly, making it seem like whiteness was in the sky and also the land.
Trees with pink petals so beautiful that they would hook the soul of any onlooker surrounded the dreamy lake, draping their shadows onto it.
It was such beautiful scenery that Xie Yang felt enchanted.
'I see thousands of petals covering the clouds too white.
'I see vibrant pink resting on snowy white for endless nights.'
'I see a magnificent sky too far away, and I see one in my reach.
'Is it a twist of fate, a miracle of God, or the creation of man?'
'I see a lake too clean, and I see many mouths touching it to feed.'
'Near it, in every breath, I savor the scent of cherry, and in every ten steps, I see a spiritual ashen tree.'
