The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and the lake surface sparkled with golden light. The green leaves stretched to the sky, and the pink lotus flowers swayed gently, reflecting a serene and ethereal charm. Li Muwan sat quietly on a chair interwoven with flowers and vines. Her wide-sleeved long dress in blue and white trickled down like flowing water. The silver streaks on her sleeves flowed in the twilight, and a faint spiritual light surrounded her. She wore a phoenix crown, with pearls and jade gently hanging down, which set off her black hair as black as ink. Her single bun added a touch of elegance and refinement. The grey eyes gaze into the distance, as if gazing at the long river of time, or as if recalling the past events. A gentle breeze blew, and the hair and the hem of the skirt fluttered. The ancient pavilion behind was reflected on the lake, and together with the lotus flowers in the pond, they formed a picture of ink-wash painting. The low-angle lens blends her figure with the universe. The warm glow of the setting sun gilds her outline with a faint golden edge, as if in the next moment, she will be carried by the wind into this landscape painting.
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