The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river. This is Luo Xingye's seventh year on Zhongming Mountain. I don't know how her mother, father, and brother are doing at this time.
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Maybe she was an evil star from the sky. In just three months of family happiness, her father left for the west, and now she is wandering alone again.
There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes. When the army comes to the city, it doesn't matter whether it's the reincarnation of the Emperor Star or the Iron-faced Yama, as long as my brother can survive.
Things in the world are like chess, and everyone is a player. Destiny leads everyone to their own position. I never thought that some people would disobey or resist, no matter what.