The soul traveled to an era that did not exist in history. There was no golden finger, no Baidu engine, and no space. It could not remember a few poems, could not recognize many traditional Chinese characters, could not do needlework or farm work. It really could not carry it on the shoulders or lift it with the hands. The only good thing was that this body was still young and everything could start from scratch.
Intention: There is always casual warmth and endless hope.