Her bare hands pushed aside the misty water, her silk skirt dragged lightly across the green waves. Her fair wrists were hidden in the waves of green leaves, and her jade hairpin fell diagonally and shattered the morning stars. Half a pole broke the glass mirror, and her shadow was graceful in the depths of the lotus flowers. Suddenly, I heard the Wu song across the river, and the fragrance of the new lotus condensed under her sleeves.