In the early autumn night, during the rising waters of summer, the surging Ju River has reached the banks, the bright sand on the shore gleaming like snow. Except for the sandy land beside the bank, the rest is a vast expanse of grassland. From a distance, one can see only verdant clouds covering the ground, with a white ribbon spanning across, billowing with the wind, flowing from west to east.
In the deep night, a hanging moon is high in the sky, hanging high in the heavens, with only the gentle sounds of insects among the long grass. Suddenly, the sound of a horse's neigh is heard, coming from the north, like a whirlwind sweeping over the ridge of Yin Mountain.
