When the ministers crossed south, their clothes and hats were overturned.
I am a direct descendant of the Wei family, a noble person before the imperial court, and a lonely minister who dare not forget Yangcheng in these troubled times.
He was a school captain who came from a poor background, and he accompanied me to see every inch of his hometown north of the Yangtze River.
Home and country are far away, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Only close friends are the only response in troubled times.
Who knows if he can help me cross that mountain? Or maybe he is the mountain that I can't cross in half my life!
Intention: We should shed tears when we look at the bright moon together, and our hearts will be in the same place for one night.