There was an old man who cut firewood in the sparsely populated Qifeng Mountain. When he had nothing to do, he sold tea in the thatched cottage on the mountainside and told endless stories to people who came and went. There must be beauty in the story. Some people joked that if a scholar were to write down these stories, they could call it "Biography of Beauty".
The old man said that the legend of beauties is just the joys and sorrows of a few beauties. Whether infatuated or heartbroken, joys and sorrows are just a flashy cloud. You are like gods and ghosts, but others are also transformed from ordinary mortals, and their hearts are still mortal after all.