Spring mountain evening road, cold incense poems, sparse trees and fireworks among the clouds. The dusk crows in the Golden Temple and the old willows in Zhangtai are still dancing in people's homes. Under the lights of the old alley, beside the Yuqiao South Water, the misty lake and the flowing clouds. This time I go to the human world and travel through the four gates, enjoying my old days.
The remaining stars and the ancient moon sing loudly, and the babble of the savages resounds throughout the sandy plains. Singing for five hundred years, I sail across the blue waves and look to the end of the world for you. The frost and mist make the steps slippery, the bright knife hooks the snow, and the cold horn blows the trumpet. Only the east wind thanks me, thousands of spring buds.
After three years of service, Ni Rongbo found the bones of his parents due to a murder case. In the cold cave, he asked the man next to him whose fate was more tragic than his own if he wanted to join the army for revenge. The man stared at his bloody face and bright eyes, and nodded heavily.
Three years later, when the cold wind blew through the Dongtang, when the night waves sank into the bay, and when the smoke and dew lit up the sky, Ma Mibai hugged the man in her arms tightly. The man in his arms told him that he was willing to protect everything in this land with his life. Ma Mibai thought to himself that this was not his hometown, so there were no such deep emotions, so he would just protect his life.
The earth originally came from the sea. They said that a golden boat offering treasures sank here in the past, and the treasures in the boat floated to the surface and became this land. When he met him, it was like the golden boat had hit the rocks.
Concept: Fengwuzhi