"The Japanese army occupied Linxiang in 1936. In 1942, the Japanese set fire to Liu's house. More than 200 people died. The Japanese built a comfort station on top of Liu's house. The next year, there was another unknown fire. The Japanese also lost their lives. Because the case happened many years ago, there is too little information about the Liu family and it is mysterious. It is known as the Linxiang Massacre in history." You turn a page in history, and a few lines are their lives. The short "Linxiang Massacre" is mixed with half, half blood and half tears. Have you ever really been drunk for them, riding in the clouds and fog, thinking of them will wet half the pillow with tears. "There are legends that many people have seen and heard. Those true and false things are mixed together, and no one knows what happened next." A clump of tea leaves has ended its prosperity. Who buried love with it? Begonia is dead, magnolia will wither, and the hall full of gold and jade will eventually become empty. "If you had understood in advance, would you still come to the life you are about to face?" After passing through the illusion of the gods for hundreds of years, and the secrets of the clouds buried deep in the troubled times, what do you shoulder when you see them alive? What to do again. "I haven't finished this road yet. I hope you can continue it." They lead you in and go back to a hundred years ago. They want you to see their joys and sorrows, and taste their love and hate. "I think about what kind of life we would have had if there had been no war." Perhaps, with a piece of paper, I could return to my hometown. Perhaps, drunken life and dreams, sinking into eternal sleep and darkness. Perhaps, walk on the road with spring breeze and light. "Every bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit.
Intention: a dream