The beacon fire soaked the wilderness for hundreds of years, sweeping away the smoke and setting the rivers and mountains.
When the smoke and warmth rise again in Kyushu, I realize that this name is a promise.
After the war, the smoke from the streets and alleys rose again. The old man pointed at the child and sighed: "Back then, the Lu family hoped that their son would grow up safely and named him Cheng'an. Who would have thought that it would be this young man who broke through the war smoke and finally brought peace to Kyushu.
