Water Margin: Embers Lingering in the Water, Wind Blowing in the North

After all, the moonlight in the water cannot shine into the court hall in Tokyo. The moment the plaque of Zhongyi Hall was hung up, Yun Zhiqiu knew that these eight hundred miles of water could trap a hundred and eight heroes in distress, but they could not stop the swords of traitorous officials, let alone the wind and snow of the Jingkang Year. He came from a thousand years later and saw the barren tombs in Liao'erwa, the sea of ​​​​fire in Bianjing City, and the scattered endings of heroes. So he did not persuade Song Jiang to look back. He only said goodbye in the hustle and bustle of the Chrysanthemum Festival on the Double Ninth Festival, and sailed eastward with a group of brothers who were unwilling to bend their knees. The farewell in Liangshan is not to break up the brotherhood, but to live up to this reunion; The Hengdao in the north is not for rebellion, but to protect these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The cold moon in the water will eventually set, and the long lamp in the north will illuminate a new way of life for all heroes.