I miss the impermanence of my hometown under the falling star. I cook wine under the clouds and drink thousands of cups. The east wind drifts, and the inner demons cannot be silenced. I forget to return to the river, and the gods are not there. So what, I turned around without asking God. The fate of a hero is tragic, and the hero is reduced to a lowly boy. When we meet again, we can never tell the story of happiness, anger, sorrow, and the story of the world; there are also unexpected changes, fate has played a trick on us, ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, our country is gone, the good things are over, and we don't know where to go or what to do. The daily life of the wine waiter and Mr. Xing, delicious food, solving cases, traveling around the world, facing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the Wei Dynasty, and every day is spring.