The rolling waters of the Fenghe River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine, and many things in ancient and modern times can be discussed with laughter.