"Where is this?"
An accident
She traveled to the Kangxi period
Is it destiny or the fetters of the world?
Is it the concern of fate or the memory of history?
What wonderful things would happen if a modern woman's soul resided in ancient times?
Dusty history
Like a revolving lantern, the real thing appears in front of you again
Three hundred years apart
Can it be accomplished?
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Who taught me to put the piano on my knees and play cherry blossom tunes frequently, and the murmuring sounds of April rippled from my wrists. The clear thoughts, far and near, near and far, dance wildly. In the soul of the flower, there is the soul of the piano, which will ring through the ages.
Who taught me to dip my fingers in ink, to wave the lotus flowers in the dark green, and to let my eyes drip down from my palms in June. Clear thoughts, thick and light, light and thick, jumping wildly. In the soul of the flower, there are bones of ink, dyeing it for eternity.
Who taught me how to put colorful flowers on my wrists, and watch the chrysanthemums bloom silently, and the flower liquid flows from my arms in the empty September. Clear distant thoughts, black and white, white and black, dancing wildly. In the soul of the flower, there is love, which lasts for eternity
Blessing, misfortune
I don't know ```