[Swords of Legends] The Wind Rises, the Phoenix Sings

(If you haven't read the original, you can treat this as the original~~~~~~) [Provided by a friend, literary version] In the quiet, a tune drifts through the courtyard. White robes, ethereal as an immortal's; one glance back, and it seems like a dream of a fairyland. A cup of wine holds a lifetime. Free and unrestrained, a smile, a sip, and the bewilderments of this mortal world leave you lightly drunk. Life's dreams are always empty. Fingers sweep the strings, severing love. Cold-hearted and ill-fated, who can laugh at the stirrings of your heart? Drunk on life's dreamlike nature, shadows of the staff sever fate. True to feeling and nature, who says a young girl's heart is in love? The heart of the zither becomes the soul of the sword, its destined spirit lost to reincarnation. Pour the wine and listen to the zither, drinking a cup of a thousand years of mortal life without harm. [Happy, shameless version] This is the story of a scrappy little girl who drinks, gambles, and plays with birds. After she transmigrates, she meets an immortal who is elegant, refined, and skilled at playing the zither. The little girl, who was raised in the Beggars' Sect, says begging is her way of life. Though the kind immortal who played the zither and took her in has already abandoned her and left. He left her alone with a very strange snake in a place called Yaoshan. Later, she seems to transmigrate again, but why does she keep meeting people who look at her so strangely? Men? Women? Children? Animals? They all say to the little girl: Do you still remember the white-robed immortal who played the zither by the pool at Yaoshan? The little girl blinks mischievously and says: What's a zither? I only know how to drink! P.S. The little Beggars' Sect girl transmigrates to ancient times and meets Taizi Changqin. Faced with a girl with no artistic sensibility, Immortal Changqin can only sigh that it's like playing the zither to a cow~~ Please adopt my lovely column Theme: