In the year of the death of the Tang Dynasty, it rained in Shezhou for seven days. Pei Huaiying received the letter from his junior brother, passed through Yanzhou, which was closed to the city, and climbed over the sea of bamboo, only to see another letter strung on his sword. At the three-way intersection, he chose to go east. Half a lifetime ago, a broken sword and a burned secret, the uninterrupted pack of wild tea in front of Guyu's grave every year.
The wind blows through the dust and sand as if there is still warmth, and the bamboo sea in Fuyu Mountain is still surging...
Intention: To establish a heart for the heaven and earth, and to establish a destiny for the livelihood of the people. In the midst of ups and downs, the place to return to is not the place, but the important people.
