Was the encounter at that moment fate or fate? In the war-torn years, love may just be a luxury hope. They both have the same dream, and both want to see the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland full of flowers. Persistence is the only belief, but for this fertile land, how many people watered the motherland with their own blood, and finally fell on the road to charge. From the moment the two met, fell in love, to the moment they finally fell, everything seemed to be as they had imagined, but you could never see it, it was just the belief in their hearts. It will never be clear how many tragedies occurred during those years.