He built a new bamboo house, built a new courtyard, and transplanted new pomegranate trees. Two hundred years later, he finally welcomed back the elegant fairy sister in plain clothes on a drizzling day.
Concept: The green wave is difficult to stop, and the scenery is as fast as a shuttle. Regardless of the mortals, immortals, monsters and ghosts, they are far inferior to dreaming back one night after the mountain rain. Under the pomegranate tree, when I raise my eyes and close them, it is all about you.