I am a modern financial white-collar worker, but I traveled through time and became Lin Siniang, who has never been recorded in official history. A troubled life experience and sadistic love. After seventeen years of being locked up in the palace, who will ask the motherland to the blue sky? I am leisurely watching the palaces being sealed with trees, and weeping to see the king turn into a cuckoo. The waves of the sea country are shining in the setting sun, and the Han family's flutes and drums are silent and the beacon smoke is blowing. Beauty is weak and difficult to be strong, Hui Zhi is sad and only asks Zen. Recite a thousand lines of Bodhi every day, smell and look at the bay leaves two or three times. Sing the Liyuan song loudly instead of weeping, and ask you to listen to it alone and you will also shed tears.