On the hills winding like a crouching dragon, a magnificent palace stands tall in the midst of the Laurel Forest; where the jade stairs reach for the sky, the green glazed tiles and the copper beasts on the roof shimmer with a classical, tranquil light.
Occasional birds fly across the blue sky, showering strands of cuckoo calls.
Silent mountain streams and gurgling waterfalls converge into two clear ponds, gazing at each other like lovers before the jade palace; pink lotus buds and fresh, elegant daffodils adorn the emerald water, engraved on the stone railings, where lively water from the fountains splashes, turning into brilliant rainbows on the flower petals.
Yi Tiao and Bai Suqing stood together on a secluded pebble path opened between clusters of gnarled old plum trees, gazing at this celestial palace.
