Author: 孤筝(lvbowen040427@163.com)

A New Telling

I scrolled my feed back to seventeen,
to decode old captions and the heart between.
Yet line by line I flushed with shame,
too young, too wild, too sure of flame.
I fancied depth, I borrowed sighs,
all melodrama in borrowed guise.
So now I steal old forms anew,
to patch a poem and show it you.

Let us say Xu Xian rode to Chang’an,
while White Snake dwelt in Huainan.
By grace of fate they met by Broken Bridge,
yet stayed like moon in water, bloom in mist.
The scholar was but rootless down,
with empty sleeves, how could he climb?
He only praised the realm in passing,
still stubborn-hearted, raw with time.

Anime, games, and galgame dreams,
consorts crowd the slopes of Lishan.
Advance, and there are lush and wanton tunes;
retreat, and pure love still holds command.
Since ancient days love seldom rounds to wholeness;
only drifting grace keeps floating on.
Why roam famed rivers and mountains at all,
when even one true confidant is hard won?

At times I hear a woodland bird,
and chase the moonlight through my lone shadow.
Shang and Shen still meet again someday;
in this world, no Peach Blossom Pool is easy to find.
Long devotion is like the moon in water,
while worldly dust forever startles waves.
I ask only for a single ladleful,
to drink the chill of moonlight from the cup.

Spring wind warms Yumen Pass;
oranges grow in northern Shaanxi and in Huainan.
Though worldly ties be spent upon the pagoda,
Qinhuai is still only several ranges away.
Spell against spell, tribulation after tribulation,
even if Jinshan floods, a sail remains.
I would tip heaven and earth and overturn the Huai,
wash all of Chang’an with sifted yellow sand.

New text and old affairs divide in two,
right and wrong alike turn dreamlike.
So let the waters of Qinhuai tonight
carry my tangled thoughts back toward Huainan.

Translated in a GPT-5.4 Codex style.

Gu Zheng
2025.5.20
in Xi’an

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The East is Red

Midstream strokes resound through the skies, as night by night the river’s roar doth rise.

Not youth alone beholds the morning sun—ten thousand miles of land in crimson run.

Dec. 26, 2024
Xi’an

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——This poem is dedicated to the Polaris in my life

A lovely traveler passed through a landscape unseen by others, bringing with her exotic warm breezes that swept across parched fields, rustled through treetops, and rippled the lake into shimmering waves.
The fruit trees, enchanted by this beauty, hurriedly blossomed and bore fruit; birds in the forest scoured for the few remaining flowering branches, weaving them into a crown for her.
Strolling through the falling petals, the traveler, unable to refuse such generosity, plucked a few crimson fruits; feeling shy about taking without giving, she emptied her pockets of all the flower seeds she carried, scattering them over every cracked patch of earth.
Only the field remained barren, its heart filled with shyness and guilt—what could it possibly offer this delightful maiden?
Summoning all its strength, it urged the seeds to grow swiftly, hoping she might witness the blossoms before she left.
But the traveler was never meant to stay—the scenery was beautiful, the trees and birds most attentive, yet this was no place to call home.
She departed, leaving behind wistful fruit trees, birds, and the field.
The field’s flowers never reached her hands, though perhaps the next traveler would find a garden in full bloom.
Yet none grieved,
for spring had come.

Winter gave way to spring, autumn yielded to winter.
Fruits became saplings, fledglings took their first flights; tree rings thickened, and summer rains polished wings to a gleam.
In the garden the field had tenderly nurtured, the last chrysanthemum outlived its season, bare stems swaying in the cold wind.
No longer desolate, the land had seen the traveler’s seeds sprout through the seasons, each flower blooming in its turn as promised—drinking dawn’s dew, basking in morning sun, dancing in the breeze, resting under moonlight.
In spring, the field wove a crown of gardenias and hawthorn blossoms, white as the traveler’s dress.
In summer, it fashioned a basket of crape myrtle and hibiscus, though the hibiscus wilted by dusk, much like her fleeting visit.
In autumn, it dreamed of a bed sweet with osmanthus and aster, but the wind carried the fragrance away, indifferent to its longing.
The flowers, embracing their purpose, reveled in their brief lives, preparing in the soil for journeys yet to come.
The traveler never returned, unaware that her casually scattered seeds had grown into a garden, and the field never had its chance to offer its finest tribute.
Winter gave way to spring, autumn yielded to winter.
The field longed for snow, a warm blanket for the seeds below. Should the traveler ever revisit this hidden paradise, the garden would be worthy of her.
In the drizzle of early winter, it drifted into sleep, dreaming of October’s last dandelions riding the wind, chasing the blush on her cheeks.
“Aren’t you afraid the seeds won’t survive the cold?” asked the trees and birds, as the field lay bare once more.
“It’s alright. I’ve seen spring.”
For spring had come.

Published on 2024-11-13 at 孤筝の温暖小家, last modified on 2024-11-13

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Preface

During the National Day holiday, I traveled through Shanxi with Black Myth: Wukong, visiting three cities in southern Shanxi—Jincheng, Linfen, and Yuncheng—and composed five poems to briefly document the journey.

Southern Shanxi Journey · Part 1

The door hides broken statues, the eaves bear golden chimes.
Dabs of emerald dye the tangled woods, splashes of ink unfold jade skirts.
Fresh branches climb rotten wood, the old lead the young.
Lin Huiyin would weep—can a thousand years leave blank space?

Lone Zither
October 2, 2024
Jade Emperor Temple, Fucheng Guan Yu Temple, Qinglian Temple, Jincheng

At the Jade Emperor Temple, flash photography is banned in the Hall of Twenty-Eight Constellations, and the statues are hidden behind iron railings, their paint peeling, some even headless or limbless—a regrettable sight.
The statues at Fucheng Guan Yu Temple are mostly modern recreations, crudely made and unappetizing. The architecture, however, is worth a look.
Qinglian Temple sits high on a distant mountain, with breathtaking scenery along the way. In autumn, the mountains are lush, the waters clear, dotted with broad red and yellow leaves under a cloudless sky—a land of splendor.

Southern Shanxi Journey · Part 2

Weary, the Green Emperor has yet to take his post, morning mist rushes to break the dawn’s chill.
Just crossed seas of people to glimpse the Buddha’s face, now climb forested clouds to visit the temple.
Nine golden bodies, nine lotuses, three gates, three altars.
Before the scaled sunset gathers dusk, my light steed has leaped over layered peaks.

Lone Zither
October 3, 2024
Kaihua Temple, Iron Buddha Temple, Dinglin Temple, Jincheng

Early in the morning, I took the bus to Gaoping, first visiting Kaihua Temple before returning to Iron Buddha Temple. The latter, newly reopened, was packed, tucked deep in a small village courtyard. After queuing for over an hour, I glimpsed the Buddha’s face for just two minutes. Fortunately, I met a family of three in line—open-minded parents unbothered by anime and games. (Their twin-tailed daughter was adorable, by the way.)
Dinglin Temple’s lotus caisson ceiling had also recently reopened, and I was lucky to see it—truly magnificent.

Southern Shanxi Journey · Part 3

Prelude to Water Melody

The Buddha feasts on incense offerings, stone tablets drown in dust.
I ask the hills beneath his seat: do sutras reach the divine?
Shorn locks renounce desire, abstinence purges the halls,
smiles mask wrath. They know the laws of five aggregates,
yet fail to grasp the body of ignorance.
False cymbals, temple repairs, deceiving the credulous.
Promises of merit mimic the Tathagata’s great vehicle.
Bribes buy devotion, virtue lacks faith—
the Eight Precepts mislead the sangha.
The chime-keeper chants wealth, the false Buddha saves worldly monks.

Lone Zither
October 4, 2024
Little Western Heaven, Linfen

Eight Precepts:

1. No killing.
2. No stealing.
3. No sexual misconduct.
4. No lying.
5. No intoxication.
6. No adornments.
7. No high or broad beds.
8. No eating after noon.

Yellow Brow’s Counter:
No killing? Hatred never ends.
No stealing? Why distinguish strong from weak?
No lust? All sentience is sin.
No lies? Dreams, bubbles, shadows, void.
No wine? Sorrow ebbs and flows.
No pleasure? Beauty fades in a blink.
No sloth? Suffering binds without release.
No indulgence? All acts are joyless.

The lower temple of Little Western Heaven was unremarkable, filled with devotees praying for wealth and sons. A nun (?) sat nearby striking a chime, chanting promises of billions in daily earnings—utterly cynical.
The upper temple’s Mahavira Hall boasts astonishing hanging sculptures, grand in scale. Sadly, the crowds left little time for close inspection. I arrived too late to receive Shanxi’s official commemorative postcard—a slight regret.

Southern Shanxi Journey · Part 4

An ancient temple guards Pingyang, three quakes veil the Buddha’s light.
The towering glazed pagoda, the ethereal Arhat Hall.
Scriptures sought through merit, rain prayed for by kings.
A canon passed to the East, the golden age of Tang began.

Lone Zither
October 6, 2024
Guang Sheng Temple, Linfen

Guang Sheng Temple in Hongtong County features a Rain God Temple in its lower complex, its walls covered in murals, though poorly preserved. The dim light inside made details hard to discern. Side rooms displayed official scanned reproductions—vivid and lifelike, truly masterful.
The upper temple’s Flying Rainbow Pagoda is clad in glazed tiles, though only the first floor is open, with little to see inside.
The rear courtyard’s Tianzhongtian Hall houses three colossal Buddhas, over ten feet tall, their elegant forms a marvel.

Southern Shanxi Journey · Part 5

Encountering Wei Taoran at Stork Tower

No immortal of wine was I born,
inking brows, grinding words.
At Stork Tower, I duel Wang Zhihuan,
below Taihang, I ponder the Chairman.
You roam the world a free spirit,
I’m trapped in the ivory tower, forever young.
If heaven and earth offer no refuge,
let poetry debts buy wine.

Lone Zither
October 6, 2024
Yongle Palace, Guangren King Temple, Stork Tower, Guan Yu Temple, Yuncheng

A rushed group tour in Yuncheng left little time for details. At Stork Tower, I spotted a stall boldly labeled “Selling Original Poetry.” After touring the new tower, I revisited the collection, struck by lingering awe. Wei Taoran, inspired by a Dali poetess, returned to literature—I too once wrote many poems, mostly idle scribbles, never considering it a livelihood.
In high school, I gifted my poetry drafts to someone. After the breakup, I scarcely wrote again. First, gaming consumed me—I read little, my pen dry, my efforts unsatisfying. Second, life blurred like fog—neither piercing nor clear, I drifted in haze. Third, the ivory tower’s monotony left me numb, devoid of poetic spark.

Afterword

The three cities of southern Shanxi each have their charm.
Jincheng is bustling, with efficient buses and dedicated routes to attractions. Arriving downtown, the streets blaze with light.
Linfen is peculiar—even areas around the bus station are dark, and distant sites lack dedicated transit, making private hires costly. Its public toilets are uniquely varied—I biked past twenty-plus on shared e-scooters, no two alike.
Yuncheng thrives—shops and stalls pack main roads and alleys, with rumors of north-south markets (and delicious, honest-to-goodness buns).

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“Mom, will there really be girls who like me in this world?”
“Of course! When I first met you, I was only in my twenties too.”

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching—give your family a call.

“Men have sorrow and joy, they meet or part again;
The moon is bright or dim and she may wax or wane.
There has been nothing perfect since the olden days.”
So let us wish that man may live as long as he can!
Though miles apart, we’ll share the beauty she displays.

May we all be blessed with longevity.
May we all be blessed with longevity.
May we all be blessed with longevity.

(Note: The classical Chinese poem is rendered in Xu Yuanchong’s renowned English translation, preserving both the lyrical beauty and philosophical depth of Su Shi’s original work. The repetition of “longevity” mirrors the original text’s emphasis while adapting to English poetic conventions.)

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“I have a dream that one day, the brilliant sunlight will pierce through the dark forest.”

But here, the sun was setting, now only revealing the tip of its crown above the distant mountains, like a dazzling gem embedded in the peaks. The child had already run far ahead, bathed together with the grassland in the golden hues of twilight.

The sun is about to set, and your child isn’t afraid?

“Of course not. She knows the sun will rise again tomorrow.”

Good night.

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Preface

As the saying goes, the pinnacle of customization is the default.

While the default Windows setup can efficiently handle all tasks, it’s undeniably ugly.

With a performance-overkill PC at hand, it’s entirely justified to pursue some aesthetic refinements and simplifications to satisfy my high-end taste (lol).

Below, I’ll share the customization software/solutions I’m currently using or have tried.

Current Desktop Setup

• TranslucentTB: Transparent/acrylic taskbar effects
• Sapphire: Desktop icon interaction optimization
• Wallpaper Engine: To minimize GPU and memory usage, I’ve chosen a 4K video of Noa’s memory lobby from Blue Archive as the wallpaper. The entire Wallpaper Engine process consumes about 100 MB of RAM.
• Rainmeter: Only using an audio visualizer for aesthetics because Noa is already beautiful enough 😋.
  Previously tried hardware monitoring widgets but found them useless except for inducing anxiety—so I ditched them.
• QQ customization, NetEase Cloud Music customization, cursor customization, Obsidian themes and plugins, plus Edge browser’s iTab new tab page and various practical extensions. My current workflow is perfectly comfortable.

Here are some screenshots:

Under this workflow, the browser consumes the most memory, while Wallpaper Engine is the primary GPU load. From login to full autostart, it takes under 10 seconds, all within acceptable performance limits.

Specs:

• 12400 F
• 7700 XT
• 32G DDR4
• 2K 180Hz HDR display
• Windows 11 Pro 23H2

QQ Customization

==Highly recommended!==
QQ is something most Chinese people are forced to use yet despise—ads, pop-ups, unwanted entertainment pages, and a cluttered, dysfunctional interface.
The Windows client improved somewhat with QQ 9, but the annoying elements are creeping back. Old habits die hard.
To avoid enduring this daily torture, the great open-source-minded tinkerers of the Chinese internet have launched QQ overhaul projects. Today, I’ll introduce one such masterpiece: LiteLoaderQQNT.

LiteLoader is a plugin platform for QQNT. After installation, you can download numerous plugins.
GitHub project: LiteLoaderQQNT: QQNT Plugin Loader: Lightweight · Minimalist · Open-Source · Furry

Recommended plugins:

1. PluginInstaller: LiteLoaderQQNT plugin installer for easy updates and one-click install/restart. Install this first to simplify adding other plugins.
2. LL-plugin-list-viewer: Browse, install, and update LiteLoaderQQNT plugins. Lists most plugins with direct GitHub links. Installation is buggy—some plugins require manual setup, or QQ may fail to start. Best used as a plugin/theme viewer.
3. Lite Tools: A multi-functional toolbox to avoid hunting for plugins. Key features:
   • Chat interface美化 (Telegram-style: avatars, timestamps, left-aligned messages)
   • Remove badges, VIP tags, and other clutter.
   • Right-click quick search for text/images, message-to-image conversion.
   • Highlight options and special messages.
   • Mini-program links → URL cards, remember last position, quick “+1” (repeater).
   • Message preview: Generates Telegram-like preview cards from the first link in a message.
   • Local emojis.
   • Message suffixes.
   • Cache and highlight recalled messages.
   • Custom backgrounds with brightness, transparency, and blur effects.
   • Simplify sidebar (all features toggleable).
   • Input box and message box toggles.
   • …and more.
4. QR Decode: Decodes QR codes in QQNT chat images.
5. Directly Jump: Skips QQ’s link warning page.
6. DeepL for QQNT: Integrates DeepL translation.
7. Markdown: Adds Markdown support. Only renders for other QQNT users with this plugin, so mostly useless.
8. Kill-Update: Blocks QQ update prompts (some plugins lag behind QQ updates).
9. Window On Top: Adds window pinning.

Themes aren’t covered here—a decluttered QQNT is already decent-looking.
There are also AI plugins (e.g., ChatGPT), but I’m too lazy to set up APIs (no money).

NetEase Cloud Music Customization

==Highly recommended!==
China’s music platforms love bloat: communities, short videos, VIP spam.
A music app needs just a few core features. While standalone players exist, they lack platform perks like song searches, comments, and collaborative listening. Sunk costs (playlists, artist follows, purchases) trap users in these ecosystems.

Thankfully, NetEase Cloud Music has plugins. Here’s the loader: BetterNCM

• Official site: MicroBlock | BetterNCM
• GitHub: GitHub - MicroCBer/BetterNCM
• Community guide: Feishu Doc

BetterNCM lets you download/update themes and plugins in-app—no GitHub scavenger hunts.

Recommended themes:

• Materia You: Minimalist, solid-color backgrounds. Multiple color schemes.
  

Recommended plugins:

1. RoundCornerNCM: Rounded corners (Windows 11 only).

2. MikuPlugin: Toggles UI elements (e.g., hide videos/livestreams).
   

3. Apple-Style Lyrics: Apple Music-like layout + lyric source switching.
   

4. What’s This Cover?: Adds thumbnails to song lists (may cause lag).
   

5. RuLyrics: Desktop lyrics (word-by-word, dual-line). Custom fonts/colors. Taskbar embedding (may conflict with TranslucentTB).
   

6. Explore more plugins—but check GitHub Issues for conflicts/dependencies.

Wallpaper Engine

==Essential!==
The legendary Steam小红车.

Pros:

• Vast library: Steam Workshop offers endless free wallpapers.
• Diversity: Videos, GIFs, web pages, etc. Many include extras like music visualizers.
• Easy discovery: Filter by resolution, type, age rating, etc.
• User-friendly: Steam integration means no VPNs. Most wallpapers are plug-and-play.
• Mobile sync: Android app mirrors PC wallpapers.

Warning: Complex web/4K wallpapers can hog GPU/VRAM. Tweak FPS/effects in settings.

Only con: Costs 19 RMB on Steam—a fair price.

Steam Store Page

TranslucentTB

==Highly recommended!==
Tiny tool for transparent/acrylic taskbars. Minimal resource usage.

GitHub: TranslucentTB
Chinese localization: TranslucentTB-CN

Rainmeter

==Highly recommended!==
The OG desktop widget tool. Create or import skins for:

• Hardware monitors (CPU/GPU/RAM)
• Audio visualizers
• Media players
• Anime trackers
• Image galleries
• etc.

Cons:

• Too many widgets = lag
• Some skins are resource-heavy
• Requires tinkering

Official site: Rainmeter
Chinese site: Rainmeter.cn
GitHub: Rainmeter
Chinese forum: BBS

Start11

Start menu/taskbar customizer:

• Revert to Win7/10 styles. Adjust colors, transparency, spacing, alignment.
• Enhanced search: Integrates Edge tabs into results. Option to hide web content!
• Custom start button icons, menu backgrounds, taskbar textures.

Cons:

• Paid (35 RMB lifetime, 30-day trial).
• Felt sluggish for me.
• Conflicts with TranslucentTB.

Official site: Start11
Chinese site: Start11.cn
Steam (mixed reviews): Start11 v2

Maple Customization Toolbox

File Explorer/Start menu/window美化:
Features:

• Custom fonts, light/dark modes (experimental).
• Background images for Explorer/Start Menu/Settings.
• Color schemes (title bars, headers, progress bars).
• Icon packs (desktop/Explorer).
• Window effects: Transparency, blur, acrylic, Mica.
• Title bar buttons: macOS-style, rounded tabs, scrollbars.
• Preset sharing.
• Plugins for extended functionality.

Evaluation:

• Easy to use, moderate resource usage.
• Plugins/configs add replayability.
• Incompatible with TranslucentTB.
• Explorer crashes, missing backgrounds, unthemed toolbars (may be fixed).
• Low-res backgrounds. Dark mode images can obscure text.
• Free but not fully open-source (account required).

Download: 枫の主题社

Sapphire

==Highly recommended!==
Desktop icon/layout overhaul. Revamps interaction:

• Adjust grid spacing.
• Folders-as-grids (phone-style).
• Custom icon/grid size, rounding, transparency.
• Font changes.
• Minimal mode (hide filenames).
• Animations.
• Dock栏 (Mac/phone-style, vertical/horizontal).
• Folder previews (hover to peek, click to expand in-place).
• Steam shortcut optimization.
• Double-click to hide icons (per-item toggle).
• ~100 MB RAM, negligible GPU.
• Custom wallpapers (partial Wallpaper Engine support).
• Multi-monitor.

Cons:

• Advanced folder preview crashes with many files (awaiting fixes).
• No layout saving (though crashes don’t reset it).
• Windows 11 only.
• Overrides desktop right-click (no customization yet).

GitHub: Sapphire-EnhancedDesktop

Cursor Customization

Many cursor packs are shared online. Pick your vibe. Installation is simple.

Two recommendations (subtle yet unique):

1. Genshin Nahida cursor: Bilibili video
2. Blue Archive Millennium cursor (simple/cute, currently using):
   GitHub: BlueArchive-Cursors

Published on 2024-09-07 at 孤筝の温暖小家, last modified on 2024-09-07

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A lovely traveler passed by a landscape that no one appreciated. She brought with her an exotic warm breeze that swept across the parched fields, brushed the treetops, and rippled the lake into a shimmering glow.

The fruit trees, utterly enchanted by this beauty, hurriedly blossomed and bore fruit; the birds in the forest scoured the land for the few remaining flowering branches, weaving them into a wreath to crown her head.

Strolling through the flurry of falling petals, the traveler, unable to refuse such generosity, plucked a few crimson fruits. Feeling guilty for taking without giving, she emptied her pockets of all the flower seeds she carried and scattered them across every cracked patch of earth.

Only the barren field felt shy and ashamed—what could it offer to this lovely maiden?

Summoning all its strength, the field urged the seeds to grow as fast as they could, hoping she might see the flowers in full bloom before she left.

But the traveler was never meant to stay long—the scenery here was truly beautiful, the trees and birds most attentive, yet this was not a place to call home.

When the traveler departed, the fruit trees, the birds, and the field all felt a pang of longing.

The field’s flowers never reached her hands, but perhaps the next traveler would see a splendid garden in their place.

Yet no one grieved over this,

for spring had once visited.

Published on 2023-12-18 at 孤筝の温暖小家, last modified on 2023-12-18

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Self-Statement

Memories of West Lake After the Rain

Heaven and Earth in a Cup

Casual Notes (Part 1)

Treading on Grass

Fishing for the Moon

[Variation] Prelude to Water Melody • Remembering an Old Friend

May I Be the Star and You the Moon

Playful Dedication to Jiarui

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Inseparable

Winter

Topic: The world will end in 10 minutes. What would you do?

The human heart is on the left side, so how can an embrace make hearts align?

Poet, Torch, Traveler

The Sun Is Out

A Three-Line Love Poem for You

Leaning on the Railing, I Ask

A Normal Day

Little Joys

Travel Notes

Red Carpet

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