Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, the Wind Remains the Same

The cool breeze moves Chang'an, and the wild geese fall on the mountains and rivers. The bright moon shines on the flower stand, and the wind and rain come. Qian Chenghong is the leader, and the sand is rising and the sunset is long. Don't ask where you are going, for your bones are buried in Nanshan. I am Xu Mingyue, the bright moon hanging high in the sky. I am Xu Qingfeng, the breeze that comes slowly. Philosophy: The hatred between the country and the family is greater than personal grudges. The heroine is eager for revenge but finally chooses the country and the people. She is the princess personally granted by the late emperor, so what is there to fear even if she falls into the dust?