Once upon a time, I wanted to be a woman walking between feather fans and turbans, enjoying the morning breeze and the waning moon by the West Lake alone, with the green willows amidst the smoke and the fragrance of my ink pen, creating a short yet long stroke of rhyme on the gorgeous brocade of the Song Dynasty. Once upon a time, I wanted to imitate the elegance and beauty of my uncle, the sad and gentle Yi An. I poured a glass of sake from the lyrics and it was filled with tears;