The country is like a painting, the beauty is like jade, the rivers and lakes are in dispute, and the world is in trouble, who is right? Who is wrong? Who would? Who regrets? Love, hate, and hatred are constantly being cut off, and reason is still chaotic. Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! There is a poem that says: When the catalpa flowers bloom at the right time, Hongzhuang's tears fill the city with sadness. Xiaoxiao Yu couldn't ask for a break, so he held his hand and talked about the rest of his life. This article is divided into four sections, telling four different stories, and each story has a pair of CPs. Those who don't accept it should be warned!