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We memorized many ancient poems in those years, including the homesickness of "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of being frost on the ground"; the pastoral joy of "beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings"; the sadness of missing my wife, "why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan"; the love and hatred of "living alone in the high moon tower, drinking wine into my sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness"... The poet's concise writing style perfectly expresses the emotions and scenes, leaving us with endless reveries. I love ancient poems and essays, so I continued to write the unfinished stories that the poet had come up with after reading them. The content of the article should be as close to historical facts as possible, with some fantasy plots. I hope you will like it. Together we complete the poetic and picturesque scenery of those years.

I, Zhuo Xin, the youngest daughter of the Lotus Emperor of Helian Mountain, the most spiritual little Jade Rabbit in the world, the sixth child in my family, I have a fourth brother who dotes on me, and a gentle sister. I have been practicing immortal magic with an old drunkard for several years. The master loves me like a daughter. He, Su An, is the fourth prince of the Celestial Clan. He lost his mother when he was young and his father did not care for him. The evil and sycophant are stubborn, free and unrestrained, but no one loves or cares about them. It was destined that he and I met. In the dark, our very different personalities were attracted to each other, but the fate was deep and shallow, and the fate came and went without us. In the end, it was just a mirror image, leaving some ripples. In the end, it has long been unclear who owes whom a drop of cinnabar tears. When the clouds bloom and the lotuses bloom again, will you be by my side?