It was a good nightscape with bright moons and sparse stars[1], the moonlight was as tender as flowing water. Walking through Herb Valley, Zhang Tie smelt the refreshing air as he thought about his future life of counting gold coins every day. A wisp of smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Walking in the moonlight, Zhang Tie heard a mournful flute melody. The melody was otherworldly. Although Zhang Tie didn't know much about music, he felt pure and free listening to it. Zhang Tie then slowed down his footsteps and walked in the direction of the flute melody's source.
Zhang Tie walked along a stream in the valley. He passed through an herbal medicine park and took a detour through a bamboo wood before he caught sight of a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
A girl in a red skirt was sitting on a huge, cyan stone under the purely white moonlight. She was elegantly playing a dark green jade flute.
[1] According to the common sense, when moons are bright, stars are always sparse as the brightness of stars are always dwarfed in front of bright moons.
[2] Rumeng, 如梦, means like dream.