I was born on the edge of Luoshui River, and my mother called me Aluo.
I heard from my father that my mother sent me back when I was one year old and then left. At that time, my mother lost her temper, ran away from home with a pregnant belly, and wandered for more than a year, unable to raise me. Then she finally gave up, came back, bowed her head to my father, and handed me back to my father to raise me as an infant.
My father is the god in charge of Zhaoyao Mountain. He is handsome, especially with his majestic black hair hanging straight to the ground, and his slender eyes scanning straight into his temples. Fairies from the neighboring hills often come to stay in our mountain. I know why my mother ran away from home. It must be because my father was too carefree and failed her.
Intention: It is better to rely on oneself than relying on others