Fine rain drifted down; green willows leaned over the water.
The immortal plants and fruit grove were half-ripe, thin mist filled the valley, and three thatched cottages stood in an ancient wilderness style.
The Immortal Couple roamed free and at ease, seeking a secluded place beyond the world to enjoy their life together. Long years of bitter cultivation could not compare to a single morning spent with paintings and a chessboard; immortal spring nectar was more intoxicating than sumptuous delicacies, as they watched spring thunder, summer rain, autumn leaves, and winter snow...
Forgetting the world's strife, they sought only to remain together morning and night.
In spring, plain blossoms scented the tender trees.
In the spring rain, the valley before and behind the cottage resembled a sea of flowers, as if the Immortal Couple had stepped out of a painting.
Butterflies danced over the flower fields. Her gaze followed her beloved as he danced with his sword, stirring a rain of petals. The sword of slaughter bore up a golden bud; his smile was like a balmy spring breeze. A peerless genius of an era was willing to become a gentle home for the one he loved.
Playing the qin, painting pictures, enjoying the spring breeze.
On a cool summer day, she rested with her beloved in a small boat upon the river.
As the blazing sun gradually slanted westward, the blush had yet to fade from their cheeks. The wooden boat passed through clusters of lotus flowers, their fragrance intoxicating. Scented dewdrops slipped from the petals into a glowing jade cup, better than heavenly wine and divine dew. The two immortals learned from mortals to fish with bamboo poles, carefree and laughing with delight.
On summer nights, they watched fireflies chase one another over the pond beyond the window,