The Spring Breeze Blows and Conquers the BridleⅠthe Unfinished Feast

I wanted to write the saddest tragedy, full of shameless laughter. ——Lao She I remember that year, my father said to my mother: "Between the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge. There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, and people's houses on the flowing water under the bridge. " There are too many past events to count. Now, I have to cross that bridge too. The other end of the bridge has black hair, and the other end of the bridge has white hair. Concept: The bitter journey of love between Miao and Gu girls