The jade steps stand empty, how many autumns will it rise and fall? If I send my son back home, I would like to say goodbye to my meritorious service and be prosperous for a long time. When I left a few people to fill the mountains and rivers, my missing woman looked through the green bamboo tower. Last night, in the red gauze tent, there were clear eyes, and in a blink of an eye, under Beiyan City, thousands of miles of barren hills, everyone said that things in the world are impermanent, and purple kites grow on the graves. How should you comment on the country's hatred and family feuds, power-driven political struggles, ruthless emperors, and entangled marriages? Is it right or wrong? Is it sad or happy? Big or small? Let me tell you slowly. It's already three o'clock in the night, where are the guests coming from?