A childhood with green plum blossoms around the bed, an undercurrent of turmoil in the rivers and lakes, a chaotic political situation, and a paradise with small bridges and flowing water. Four stages of life, four broken hearts. ----------------------------------------------------------When I was young, Xiaoman and I played in the water, and she never floated as far as I did. When I was a boy, I would ride astride a sword and act recklessly. I was so high-spirited that I forgot about her smile. Later, I brought trouble to Chao Gang and was a traitor, and she tried to save me with her voice hoarse. When I am old, my black hair has turned into white temples, and it is difficult to lift the sword. Suddenly looking back on this life, there are so many ups and downs, so much loyalty, so many glorious invincibles, and so many cruel and ferocious memories of the past. The heartache that felt like a lump in my throat at the beginning is all a passing thing in the past. Nowadays, there are only a few things we can ask for and love. What I want to drink most is the sip of wine I took when going down the mountain. What I want to eat most is the braised pork cooked by my mother. What I want to hear most is the gongs and drums in the village. What I wanted to do most was to see if the river we were playing in at that time was still clear and clear.