C170 Chang Jing and Xi Yan

It was night time, the bright moon in the sky was surrounded by stars, and suddenly a faint white cloud covered the moonlight like a thin veil. The filtered moonlight suddenly became gentle and pleasant, rippling across the small lake, making it hard to tell if the thing that caught one's eyes was water or light. The water's light overflowed the lake's surface, giving off a strong sense of poetry