"Go up to the west tower of Golden Dragon City, lean against the clear autumn, and watch the setting sun of thousands of miles fall on the ground and flow across the river. The Central Plains is in chaos, and the hairpin cherry blossoms are scattered. When will they be collected? The sad wind blows tears and passes through Yangzhou."
That winter, she lost her mother;
That spring day, she met him;
That autumn, she jumped to the west tower;
That summer, she returned in triumph;
Another spring day, she married him.
Intention: There is no smooth sailing in the world, and world history always advances in a process of ups and downs.
