What love and hate, what sorrow about separation, just because of the frivolous sentence "Lifting a bottle to the shadow, seeing Zhao Chi, removing the makeup in the gauze tent." The bond between the two is destined for life, what is life and death, what is true and false, what is true and false, the origin and the end are just a dream in Nanke, singing a song: "A dream of floating Zhaohua, the red candle is blurred with blood and tears. No one cares about the peonies, and the bright moon is silent and cold in the west."