A hut in the forest, the flute waxes and wanes, this is a tomb in a deserted place.
But I don't know when there was an additional family.
A cloud stream, a bamboo house, and a Xingluo chess game.
There is a folk legend that this inn has been there for four to five hundred years.
It's hard to say how things will go up and down in the world, but here it's always calm.
Even though wars broke out and there was famine everywhere.
There will always be an inn here, with a few cups of fragrant tea displayed on a khaki table, and wisps of smoke from the small stove. There will always be a few passers-by, full of melancholy and nowhere to talk to.
——Because there is a battlefield ahead, a place where corpses are wrapped in horse leather.