Li Ye, one of the four talented women of the Tang Dynasty, was famous for her fame and beauty. She was free and uninhibited by nature and loved to make elegant jokes. However, few works have been preserved. There are very few records about her in history, and her reviews have been mixed. Everyone knows that she is romantic, but they don't know that she is romantic and passionate, so infatuated that "from now on, everyone I love will be like you." Therefore, this book was specially written to correct its name. The story mainly uses bg as the main line, and also has male and female CP. Li Ye concentrated on calligraphy and was good at playing the piano. Her poems swept away the shyness of female writers in the past, and she was calm about socializing between men and women. Gao Zhongwu commented: "A scholar has a hundred virtues, but a woman only has four virtues. Ji Lan is not the case. The form is both majestic and poetic." There are eight poems in her poems: as close as far as the east and west, as deep as the shallow clear stream, as high as the bright sun and moon, as close as the close relatives as far as the distant couple. To whom this poem was written, the storytellers in the teahouse had different opinions, but they all knew that it was just a poem she recited with a smile after she went to Chang'an to die in Chang'an after an imperial edict from Emperor Dezong of the Tang Dynasty. The storyteller only said that the goddess of Wushan (as Li Ye calls herself) has her hair tied up in a high bun and dressed in green clothes. She is unstained by the worldly world and as quiet as a green lotus emerging from the water. Little did she know that she could escape the mortal world, but she could not escape loneliness. But how could the Taoist temple lock in her romantic nature? She exchanged poems with celebrities and talented people under the moonlight, chanted and sang softly, and kept close contact with each other. But after the prosperity came to an end, no one was willing to risk her identity as a female Taoist priest to marry her. All that was left of the hustle and bustle in the world was the eyes of the world. She is like that fragile rose. Within the curtain, all pain and joy are nothing but flowers in the mirror.