"You are like a rock, and I am like a pampas grass. The pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock has no transference." The most low-key color of love was outlined in a long Yuefu poem thousands of years ago, where the original appearance of love is written. Today, love may have changed beyond recognition. Today's love is put into instant coffee, signed into a contract, or marked as a size of benefit on youth that cannot flourish. Love, wearing smoky makeup and a backless and busty evening dress, is sexy but not noble, walking through the hypocritical faces of the city. Or maybe it becomes a sharp knife in the hands of those who play with words. Suddenly there are many Cinderellas and Prince Charmings in the world, but what about the state of mind in love? That state of mind has long been put into a jewelry box, and it can no longer be restored to the glass slipper-like clarity.