The lotus fairy is of ice and jade, her pure essence and bone-hard beauty stand at eight feet tall. She has seen the troubles of all the world's people, with her deep black eyes, lips like vermilion and hair like black silk.
In the world of fame and fortune, she rarely socializes and is absent from the world of power and influence. She mocks the rich who are obsessed with wealth and honor, picking up their troubles lightly with her hands and laughing at them. She keeps a "pill of happiness" that she takes at all times, a tool to maintain her emotional balance and stabilize her inner life.
Throughout her life, she draws support from this magical elixir which she treasures as something priceless. It is too precious to swallow or spit out, containing a joy that cannot be expressed in words. It is pure and flawless, and its unique quality is beyond comprehension. The elixir permeates her body, making her as bright as a pearl and warm as the sun.
She dispels the desires that drive her疯狂追求, and eliminates the greed that plagues society. It is not spicy, not sour, not bitter, not sweet, not even slightly astringent. Its natural charm is unparalleled, even compared to the elixir of immortality and honey. When consumed, it brings harmony to the mind and tranquility to the body, making the skin smooth and the complexion rosy.
She savor its flavor with every bite, and it becomes more delicious as time passes. She often shows it off to others, surprising the common people and shining among them. She wants to share this medicine with all people, but at a low price that no one seems willing to pay.
With her flute under the moonlight and her shoes that tread on clouds, she lives in freedom and explores the vastness of nature in her green raincoat and bamboo hat. She wander freely on the seas of five lakes and four seas, traverse mountains and rivers at will. Recently she retreated to a peak under a veil of cloud, concealing her presence amidst obscurity.
There she reads books on an isolated terrace shrouded in mist and弹琴in a secluded chamber. She watches the distant hills without allowing a speck of dust to tarnish her vision. She gathers pinecones and fishes in clear water under an umbrella of blooming pines. Her green robes billow in the wind as she reaches the pinnacle of Gold Cup Peak.
She drinks from a cup of purple mist and sits on a patch of green moss. She speaks truth to power, shocking those who are lost in their own confusion. The mist moistens her clothes while the mountain's radiance floats around her seat. She kicks over her medicine pot and breaks through the art of immortality as if it were nothing more than a closed door with no lock on it; a lonely garden full of peach blossoms blossoms in spring silence after so much openness in expression about natural cycles in life (nature). No matter what clamor fills the streets of Chang'an, those who live inside society may not recognize or acknowledge her beauty beyond society's narrow vision nor recognize her enlightened mind at all despite their apparent prominence in society as "high-ranking officials."
