The original text should be that Lan Ruo is better than poetry, and Liu Xinyou is better than poetry. But I think Lan Ruo and Ruoxi are two different kinds of beauty. The beauty of Ruoxi lies in her indifference, her tenacity, and the principles and values in her heart. When Lan Ruo was a girl, she had a beautiful beauty, which was slowly worn away by years in the inner court of Wang Fu, and turned into an ancient Buddha who had nothing to want, like a stagnant pool, but the self in her heart still lived on that grassland with her first love. Lan Ruo is a tragic beauty of despair.