Poetic Dreams of Qingzhou

By chance, I wandered into a poetic dream of Qingzhou, daring to change the world and give it a new face. How bitter that the butterfly was doomed to fall, its strength spent! Only the clear breeze remains, sweeping over the mountain ridge. A thousand sails drift into this poetic dream. I want to be one of those who help this era rise and save the woman I love. Once an outsider, she becomes part of the game. She is willing to fight for a place in this oppressive age. The light of women can illuminate tomorrow!