There are already too many poems praising love.
Three emperors, three destinies.
In this life, I don't want to waste it, and I don't want to be helpless. But when his father was the general of the Zhu Kingdom, everything could only follow the whirlpool of fate, watching the snow falling in the sky in Jinyong City, and the peach blossoms blooming in front of Luoshui River. A fire broke out in Yongning Temple, which burned the heart of the old man. The apricot flower wine in Jinyang could not relieve the sorrow.