A holy land, Hui Han, believes in truth, goodness and beauty, and a generation of opera idiots cannot escape the love of master and apprentice. It is lamentable to give up wealth and low status, and it is sad to give up comfort and drift. It is difficult to judge right and wrong. It is difficult to judge right and wrong. The fate is mixed, but it is bitter and sweet. No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, the belief has not changed at all. The infatuation is always playing the right voice. , But things in the world are unpredictable and hard to come by, and only endless sadness is left in the midst of suffering. As the saying goes, the sky and the earth are wide when you sing to lift the soul. All gatherings are a fate, and fate gathers and scatters. The clouds are floating, the world is unpredictable and has many changes. There are endless sad songs, and it is hard to leave the sky above your head. When all the sorrows and sorrows are gone, the flowers are no longer the same!