"Looking back on the road to the rivers and lakes, there are shadows of swords, ups and downs, and countless emptiness. The young man laughs wildly in the mortal world, but his love is in the wrong place, his soul is lost, and he wanders through the wild grass. The jade flute is full of hatred in the cold moon, how can he find love? I tell you my concerns. Looking at the world, my heart is like a duck. I still remember that my beloved is by my side, the stars and the moon are shining together, and the clouds are so sparse that I can't see them. In the middle of the night, when there is no one around, I feel sad, and my tears melt into the frost. When the sword slashes the nostalgia, it is hard to break the sorrow and pain. "The world is dangerous, the love is bitter, the young Liu Ran went through the world in the turbulent era of the Southern Song Dynasty...