The sky is beyond the mountains and sea, and the rain disperses the dust. Mei Xiang's poem talks about the swirling wind, who is looking for Bai, who is covered in colored glaze? The years have covered the flowers falling and blooming, and the prosperous three thousand east flowing water has been covered with endless smoke and clouds. Uncover the seal of the sword, follow the sound of the piano and the sound of hoofs, disperse the increasingly cold memories in the light and shadow that cannot be waved away by waving my long sleeves, and then find you.