The flute is played under the moon, and the sound of the flute is melodious. Sparse shadows are swaying, and in the streets of the world, have you ever remembered that the woman in green clothes with no makeup picked up the subtle fragrance of a plum blossom, flicking it leisurely, with a clear and ethereal sound, and was surprised to fall from a tree full of flowers, stirring up petals all over her shoulders. She smiled and stretched her eyebrows.