Boldly pay tribute to a certain senior. Bring your own lightning rod. If you criticize, please be gentle; if you criticize, please be gentle.
Write this slowly.
The copywriting is probably like this (why do I always say roughly...)
A golden full moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and below is the sandy land by the stream, where endless green watermelons are planted (believe in science, but doubt it). Among them is a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a silver pearl ring around her neck, holding a Qinglong Yanyue knife in her hand, stabbing a fish with all her strength, but the fish twisted its body and escaped under a pebble.
You Yu'er was originally a young lady who had no worries about food and drink. The bloody storms in the world couldn't touch her, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness couldn't touch her, and the three obediences and four virtues didn't dare to care about her. You can grow up without worries in the future and without hatred in the near future. You can practice martial arts with your father, do embroidery with Xiao Ling, marry an affordable hero with a good reputation, and make a baby in your spare time. The farming story has a happy ending.
But she happens to have a big nerve with excellent toughness of steel and concrete, a curious habit of seeking truth from facts and bravely climbing to the top, a strange power that makes the world and gods weep, and good luck that can't be invaded by ghosts and gods. So her story is another story...