A generation of Nihuang, experiencing joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, love and hatred, reunions and separations, gently dusted the dust, lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile. When the rain falls, your thin thin shoulders stand like a flower letter trembling slightly in the bustling afternoon, in the bustling market, with pink cheeks and fragrant shadows, geese and snowy willows, shadows rising and falling, bowed neck, is that you? When the rain falls, you pass by each other in a hurry, walking as fast as flying, with sweat on your temples and blood on your clothes. You are a warrior and an iron horse, and you are so heroic. In the rolling yellow dust, try to call out that silver spear to charge! Fighting bravely, is that you? When the rain falls, you are graceful and beautiful, stationed at the head of the village, with thatched huts, green streams in the gardens, green smoke of willows, hills and valleys, rising and falling with you, the light rain and gentle breeze, and the spring endows you with a puddle of east water, frozen with you... I have been looking for you, searching for you, loving you, admiring you, thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of lives, going through several reincarnations, passing through several ups and downs, walking through heaven, living in the world, passing through the three realms, telling my infatuation with fate, the Luan seal is engraved on the Sansheng Stone, we just happen to be in the human world...