Introduction to Green Snails in the Blue Sea: There are many clouds and waves, and the immortals in the boat sing the green snails. Qinghu's oblique rhyme flows smoothly, and the front wave of Stork Island gives way to the back wave. Throwing colorful threads and golden shuttles, a slight vortex floats in my heart. The poems are chanted in the breeze, and the morning moon is polishing the mirror in the deep pool.