One day I met a woman. I was holding the video camera at that time, and just finished shooting the scene in front of me, this woman appeared behind me. She was wearing a jet-black robe, with the upper half of her face covered by a hood, only her snow-white chin and lips that were red as if they were about to bleed could be seen. She seemed to be surrounded by a layer of hazy mist, which undoubtedly added a sense of mystery to her. Before I asked who she was and where she was going, I sat on the grass and talked to this woman for a while, and the woman began to share this story with me. Perfect the language with higher level vocabularies.