There is no one in the palace, and I have been in Yaojing for a long time. Everything in the world is like an eye. When sitting upright on the nose of the board. The hair is not as wide as the eye can see. There is only one fishing rod left. Old fate on the bank of Gehongji. The dream goes back a few years. The breeze blows lightly. I regret having fallen into the yellow dust for sixty years. The flying bluebird talks about leisure and sorrow. It made the spring breeze turn white. After reading Shurangama, contemplate quietly. It's spring cold again in Lihua Xiaoge. The green-haired phoenix stands at dusk. A cloud flies around the pear blossoms. After the farewell, the lovesickness was empty, and it has been three lifetimes since we looked back. The clouds, the moon and the earth are still there, and the old incense travels through the sky a hundred times.
Concept: costume fantasy