She wore a golden silk eight-treasure beaded bun, a five-phoenix beaded hairpin hanging from the morning sun, a red gold coil around her neck, a bean green sash on her skirt, a double-balanced rose gown, a Kingdee narrow coat with red satin, a colorful carved azurite silver mouse coat and a jade crepe skirt.
Two curved eyebrows seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy. They are full of sadness. They are all sick. Tears a little, slightly out of breath. In their leisure time, they shine like beautiful flowers in the water, and when they act, they are like weak willows. They are willing but unable to do so, and they are as sick as a west child wins three points.