In a small town that has experienced more than 4,000 years of precipitation, but has been reduced to a fourth-tier city in the tide of the times, a story intertwined with dreams and reality, love and suffering slowly unfolds.
Just like the song "Preface to the Song of Orioles":
The old city's pavilions, terraces, and verandas reflect its countless prosperity. On the thoroughfare, shops and shops are connected, and BMW carvings and cars are connected. The painting building is deep, the people are singing and dancing, and people are rushing to go there when the lanterns are first lit. The tide of business is booming, and goods and wealth are plentiful in Kyushu.
The light and darkness turn several degrees, the miasma infests the osmanthus, and the darkness is infested with flies and rats. Power and money are easy to change, and black and white are confused. Let him be a prisoner of justice. Right and wrong, people's livelihood is in trouble, fame and fortune are obsessed, and conscience is completely confused. Sighing for the common people, how can we endure suffering when we are so trapped here?
Fortunately, there are benevolent people who are the mainstay and always keep their original intentions. Navigating the turbulent waves, emptying the water and hitting the shore, holding Jinyu in my arms, bravely wielding the frost ax, chasing the swans from afar. But if you are worried about your presence, you may be trapped. It is difficult to guard against treacherous plots and hidden arrows, and disasters arise in a hurry. The beautiful person passed away suddenly, and there is no laughter or crying in memory.
Things have changed, things have changed, everything is cool and cool, but stillness and peace remain. Looking at the market, it is still bustling, everyone is pursuing their own livelihood, the struggle for supremacy has been neglected, and prosperity and decline have been forgotten. The green hills remain the same, the setting sun still shines, and a wisp of afterglow reflects on the West Lake, leaving only traces and faint clouds. The ups and downs pass by and become a chapter, smiling at the idle clouds and chanting about the present and the past.
Purpose: The justice we pursue should not be a tool of revenge, but the cornerstone of peace and order.