For Qin Ming, responsibility was like Yue Long wine from his hometown paired with unforgettable spiced broad beans.
The Hundred Herbs Orchard, the Three Lives Woods, Jingyi Spring Mountain, Qinghu River, the Eight Characters Bridge, walls of gray roof tiles. Rain falls over Jiangnan's hills like a spring bath, while the faint scent of incense returns year after year.
Only by changing one's nature can one earn a life of peace and stability.
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