The woman guarding the green lantern on the top of Kunlun, the charming and passionate Qiuniang on the northwest border, and the concubines favored by thousands of people in the towering red wall. Perhaps for Ning Qi, he just fell in love with a shadow, just like a shadow. That year, the pear trees were covered in cherry red, or the lake green with a light smile on the Shu road, or the white foxes humming on the hills in the Gobi desert, and the women in white clothes were more charming than the snow. When I woke up from the dream, it would be better to go back...