Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain.
There was a poor Taoist priest in the temple who could make three bowls of rice in one meal.
To be precise, it is the story of a male diaosi and a female psycho looking back at the bright moon.
The Immortal Haoge hopes that I will come, and I should climb the jade tree to always treat me. ——Li Bai's "Song of Huai Xian"
Intention: Do not ask whether people of today are people of the past.