Once upon a time, Xitang's garden was full of flowers, vying for beauty in the imperial palace, but later they drifted away in the water, overnight. I once played Green Qi's seven-stringed string, gently twirling it slowly, and then the sound broke at my fingertips, and I parted in an instant. Once, Tangli pear was fried in the snow, and the tea stove produced smoke. Later, the green hair turned into snow, and the world changed. Embroidered with flowers blooming all over the garden, jackdaws facing the moon, embroidered with the fate of life and death, cinnabar between the brows. This life is just like borrowing money, how can I understand other lives? You and I will eventually part, and we will never miss the beauty of spring.