The autumn sky is clearing the sea, and the maples are red for ten miles.
Sitting with a piano and a book, I am free from the world.
He should have been in peace and quiet with tea and music as his companion.
He should have ridden his horse and carried the saddle, killing decisively.
And that year, the sky was filled with red leaves in Yinshan Mountain.
In front of the mountain gate, the old maple falls.
The young man raised his head and said, "If you believe in me, I promise you eternal peace."