Buzhou Mountain.
In a stream valley, the water murmured, and fish and shrimp darted playfully about. From time to time, rushing currents churned, and water droplets striking the rocks shimmered with a faint glow under the sunlight.
The God of Buzhou Mountain wore a long dress in the style of an ink wash painting, sitting on a blue boulder by the bank with her bare feet washed in the stream. She left only a slender and delicate back, yet exuded a natural and intellectual beauty.
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