Swing to the Ancient Bride

The green grass beside the river lasts forever Wildfires can't burn them all, and wind and rain can't blow them down. The green grass along the river stretches to the promontory Cape Road, endless lovesickness When I was a child, when I saw Aunt Qiongyao's "Green River Grass", I was always so excited that I couldn't even eat. I often didn't go home from school and secretly went to the mall to watch some. I was particularly impressed by the scene in the play where the heroine is being shaken around in a sedan chair. Until I grew up, I always dreamed that I could sit in a sedan chair and be rocked by others. The opportunity finally came. . . . .