He was poisoned by poison and there was no antidote in the world, so he died of illness in Nanjun; he was wounded by hundreds of arrows and covered with holes, and died tragically in Mobei. Nanjun is thousands of miles away from Mobei, and there are several mountains. Those unspoken words eventually became an eternal regret.
The partridges have flown far away, and the blue gums have withered. This life has passed, and we have a destiny for the next life.
Later generations said: The plum blossoms are covered with white plums. If you don't cut them, don't cut them down. If you don't cut them, they won't fall. If you don't cut them, don't worship them. If you don't pick them, don't worship them. Who is missing the fallen plum blossoms?
Intention: I hope that everyone who reads the story will be fine