"The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." The love between Fang Zhuohua and Li Qiao is just like their lives, which go round and round, with ups and downs. Now that the peach blossoms are blooming again, can they meet again?
Intention: The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng.