Willow waves are in full bloom, cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and a lake is gently rippling from the starting point, with distant dark green mountains and warm Asahi as the background. Walking around the West Lake, every scene has a story. The lake is smokeless and dizzy. Holding a handful of this Linghu in his hand, his fingertips are stained with poems and songs, and thrilling allusions and legends leak through his fingers.