The slowly rising mist gradually condenses into dewdrops, and the stars stand on high, secretly dancing for her. The water waves paint her brows, the waves embroider her clothes, the sound of the water seems to be her steps, and the moonlight is her ornament. The beautiful lake of the fairies, the wind blows the trees on both sides of the shore, and the legend says that there is a man and a woman who ferry their love here. The sound of the water is like her footsteps, and the moonlight is her ornament, The beautiful lake of the fairies, the wind blows the trees on both sides, and the legend says that there is a man and a woman who ferry their love here, The beautiful lake of the fairies, the egret dances on the mirror, and then there are countless people who search for their happiness, and then there are countless people who search for their happiness, and then there are countless people who search for their happiness.