Love Jiangmei

She ran around but got lost in the vast and unfamiliar waters. The wooden boat carrying the years sometimes bumped and rotated, sometimes hit the rocks and ran aground. She could never see the shadow of the shore. She felt that the swans she was migrating this time were circling, looking forward, and exhausted. Unable to find a place to stay on the sandbank, the lives of the girls who should have been colorful are full of sadness and helplessness. The illusion and reality are intertwined like pythons, and Yiting escapes the sniper of material desires, avoids the sneak attacks of evil thoughts, and breaks out of the siege of evil...