A paragraph in an antique novel describing a beautiful man touching the piano and then stunning everyone.

he sits on the guqin platform, his cloud-colored brocade robe exudes a unique temperament, and there seems to be thousands of stars flowing in his eyes. The slender fingers of jade touch the strings, and the ethereal and wonderful music is released. Fingers seem to have magic, and they touch the piano. Sometimes it's like the tenderness and delicacy of the spring breeze, sometimes it's like the clear heart of a summer lotus in a polar pool, sometimes it's like the sadness of a maple leaf in autumn, and sometimes it's like the simplicity and truthfulness of snowflakes in winter ... Everyone here is stained by his piano sound. At the end of the song, the man got up gently, his shallow smile remained in his mouth, his eyes blurred and hazy, and he was as proud as a fallen fairy. This song is even the best in the world.