Traveling over Mountains and Rivers

Jiuzhou, the four seas and the world are all neighbors, with green mountains and green waters. The scorching sun during the day and the beautiful moonlight at night, regardless of whether the sun, moon or spring fragrance, should be hidden on the shoulders of young people. In the Shenzhou Continent, there is a man in white who lives among thousands of peach trees all year round. He brews peach blossom wine and drinks it alone. He looks at the bright moon on a blue night with tears in his eyes. On the high city in the north, there was a thin old man, with his back bent, looking at the yellow sand in front of him. He had been sitting south to north for thousands of years. In a temple in the west, an old monk with profound Buddhist teachings smeared rouge on his cheeks in the dead of night. In the marketplace in the south, there was a ragged man who had been away from home for many years. When he returned to his hometown, he met his old father who had been living alone in a dilapidated house for decades. He burst into tears and knelt down to kowtow. In a poor alley in the east called Peach Blossom Lane, there was a thin young man sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his sister's cold snowy hand tightly, whimpering softly accompanied by the chirping of insects. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.