At the foot of Tiecheng Mountain and beside the Yongyang River, it was a snowy cold winter. The hungry and cold people and the robbers from Tiecheng Village... The parents who bid farewell to their children from the Three Passes of Yiyang to join the army shed tears, a parting of ordinary children's love and hate.
Sorry, dear ones, I have other things to do recently. This hole will take three months to fill.
Intention: Life is a practice of destiny, and love and time are the medicine of practice.