[Hunter Fan] Notes from the Tour Group Leader

We rise into the clouds and mist, holding pine branches and altitude in our hands A lone bird flew from the stream and cried on the white reeds on the river bank. The city is seventy miles away under the white shoes The city is seventy miles away Sin and sorrow abandoned in the faint promise of dawn Sleep is accompanied by flowing springs, rain falls in the forest, rain falls in the forest The crooked bridge where the moon rises is the bow of the last century The reef guards the fish, and the tower guards the red brick square. ——Yang Mu West of Weinuo City ———— Bastard, this is a tour group, not a tour group. Don't kill the wrong person! Conception: