She was originally a village woman in the mountains, and she was supposed to live half her life, but in a troubled world, her children were in love, and she met a man. The man built a tall building and entertained guests, but the building collapsed, but she still had to live her life.
At the moment before she died, the past of her life unfolded before her eyes like a scroll, and she saw those old friends who had long gone away, including Banxia, Wuyang, Mu Qing, Sanniang, Shen Ying, Yun Jin, Xiao Man, and Youwei.
She felt like a loyal audience member. After the opera started, she hurried in, sat in the first row, and watched the whole performance. Occasionally, people in the opera would call her, and she would agree. She would still watch the talents and beauties on the stage, joys and sorrows, until the people in the opera dispersed, leaving only the curtain on the stage, and still refused to leave.
Just like this, with her green shirt soaked and dyed, she looked at the autumn moon over the river and old friends in the mountains and rivers.
Intention: Even if there are wars and chaos, life and death are uncertain, people must still live. Living, people are human.