You are like Mo Shangchen, thinking of summer afternoons in the past, reading the Book of Songs in boredom at the table with a bright and clean window, and thinking of the mulberry-picking woman thousands of years ago, looking sadly at the distant road, full of sorrow. What a girly girl. At that time, people around me were envious of me. This is how a talented woman should be. Gentle and affectionate, dreamlike. Youth was beautiful at that time, but I didn't realize it. Like a graceful sunflower, I worshiped the sun, not knowing that I had become the moon, attracting the admiration of all living beings.