Under the dark night, the torrent surges, fireworks are used as a guide, and the rebel party appears. Under the mask, who has written the destiny? Outside the court, who is smiling at the wind and clouds, making camp step by step, and protected by the clear sea and rivers. Is it the remnant of the previous dynasty or the righteous man of the present? The flowers fall into the sea, and watch me, Mr. Xiao Lin, ride on a donkey to read the songbook, and pick up flowers to decorate the country.
