There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
There are tears in the moonlight falling into the sea, and smoke in the jade under the warm sun in Lantian.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.