The field of autumn leaves, the south bank of the river, the immortal grass and the glass hairpin. The autumn leaves have fallen, the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the dream of immortality, the blood hairpin of colored glaze. The autumn rain blurred the blood-colored Jiangnan. Whose blood was dripping on the mountain flowers and azaleas on the rainy night? Whose tears were shed by the beauties overlooking the railing? Why did the young hero who robbed the rich and helped the poor die unjustly in prison? Why did that sickly young man touch the monument and die in tears?