I regard myself as a romantic mad critic, unique in this stormy and gloomy summer night.
The distance from the mountain is just like looking at the same moon, but each has its own advantages and disadvantages.
I don't want to trap you on my mountainside. I don't care about the fragments. No matter you are wet, desolate or dark, I want to turn my back on those voices and see for myself the green mountains behind you that are blown by the east wind...
It tells about the love and hatred of the two heroines, and how everyone has their own mountains to climb in the general environment.
"Nan Xing, I saw flying birds..."
Purpose: To express the yearning for love and freedom