Goddess of Xiangshui

My friend Zhang Xian and I are out together on the lake challenging each other to write about the goddess of Xiangshui. Below the mountain, the rain has just cleared, the breeze gentle, the sunset bright, the lake golden. A lotus in bloom floats near the shore. Two egrets land near as if attracted by the bloom. Out of nowhere, a sad melody, as if played on a zither, emanates across the water. The goddess of Xiangshui appears from the mist where the river enters the lake. When she disappears mountain peaks seem green.