"The jade-faced sage Lin Shiro is famous for his strange stories and wonderful books. He compiles human affairs with a brocade heart. His beautiful mouth turns the book into a fragrant book. He rides on the waves of the cold green pond. The boat once filled the cabin with wine. When he picked tea at the Jade Villa, he realized that Shiro was the fourth mother." Later, someone compiled a story of mine into a few lyrics and sang it to the crowds in the streets and alleys. However, time has disappeared, and perhaps no one can remember what happened at that time except me.