The lights are dimming in front of the mountain, and clouds come and go on the top of the mountain. There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and I meet old friends in Xiaoxiang.
Waving feather fans, arranging silk towels, young men are riding horses and dust. Nowadays, I am haggard and my soul is summoned, and I have too many scholarly titles to miss my body.
Everyone has a dream when they are young, right? Either gorgeous or frivolous. After becoming an adult, one may have no dreams or may wake up from a dream. Is there anyone willing to indulge in their dreams? Can anyone travel through dreams?
A young urban white-collar worker wakes up after taking a bath, and a lonely soul drifts to an inexplicable era. After experiencing a bloody storm, the modern young people who spent their lives in wasted time in their previous life actually achieved some amazing achievements.