On a full-moon night, a beautiful woman in flowing ancient costume sits under a peach tree, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, contrasting with the pink color of the peach blossoms. She strokes the guqin, the melodious sound of which interweaves with the moonlight, creating an otherworldly atmosphere. The peach blossoms sway gently in the breeze, and the petals fall with the wind, as if dancing to her music.