A painting of a woman sitting on a bench in a room

Lin Daiyu stands at the back of the boat now, her body slightly hunched as she gazes back at the distant shore. Her long, dark hair is tousled slightly by the wind, falling around her face. Tears stream freely down her face, her eyes glistening with despair. Her lips are slightly parted, her face drawn with deep sorrow as she silently says farewell to her home and father. Her lavender hanfu billows softly in the wind, the delicate embroidered flowers on the fabric glistening with moisture from the misty air. Her hands are clenched at her sides, gripping the fabric of her gown, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her entire body radiates vulnerability, and her tear-filled eyes reflect both the finality of her departure and her deep sense of loss. The boat continues to drift down the river, carrying her farther away from the life she once knew.
提示词
复制
Lin Daiyu stands at the back of the boat now, her body slightly hunched as she gazes back at the distant shore. Her long, dark hair is tousled slightly by the wind, falling around her face. Tears stream freely down her face, her eyes glistening with despair. Her lips are slightly parted, her face drawn with deep sorrow as she silently says farewell to her home and father.
Her lavender hanfu billows softly in the wind, the delicate embroidered flowers on the fabric glistening with moisture from the misty air. Her hands are clenched at her sides, gripping the fabric of her gown, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her entire body radiates vulnerability, and her tear-filled eyes reflect both the finality of her departure and her deep sense of loss. The boat continues to drift down the river, carrying her farther away from the life she once knew.
共 0 条评论
1
0