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The green grass is woven, the flowers are blooming, the willows are dancing, and the sycamore trees are fragrant. Inside and outside the palace walls, there are resentful men and crazy women, and the bright days are wasted. The dust of history rolls away, and I vaguely see two amiable people, the man is like jade, and the woman is like water, who are forging ahead, and then, a fair-skinned man staggers over. . . Let us return to the Ming Dynasty, to that era in full swing, to feel the decadence, helplessness, and frustration of the building that is about to collapse, to feel the courage, strategy, and excitement to turn the tide, and to listen to how several ordinary people's children struggled hard, succeeded hard, and made difficult choices between love and love. . .