When he was young, Boyan saw An Tuotuo: He stopped playing on the swing and got up to straighten his slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When the guests come in, the gold hairpin slips out of their socks. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums. At that time, Boyan felt that only this word could describe it.
When I was young, I met Boyan all the way away: Eight hundred miles away, his subordinates were burning, fifty-stringed strings were heard outside the Great Wall, and troops were ordered in autumn on the battlefield. At that time, An Tuotu felt that this was what a man should be like.
The setting is the Yuan Dynasty, please do not verify it.
Intention: to be added