“Where the sun never sets, the azure sky is never swallowed by the night. Everyone is different. However, it sometimes dries up there and is overshadowed by eclipses. (A Hiding Of The Joyous Period From An Unexpected Experience, Pg.84-85)”
“Besides, the waterfall rushed down through the steep rock; at first glance, it was a stream of thousands of silver yarns. When the waterfall poured into the pool, small waves flew in the midair, filling the air and turning into a water mist. The roses by the brook were blooming, and the fragrance was overflowing, attracting butterflies and bees to dance. On the stone cliff in the distance, a peach tree thrived. Clusters of beautiful and pure petals fluttered in the wind. The sky was an inadvertently overturned paint bottle, smudged and shaded with strands of color, as beautiful as Monet's paintings. (A Hiding Of The Joyous Period From An Unexpected Experience, Pg.117-118)”