Tian Yuchenxin

Good times are like dreams, love and hate become empty, childhood sweethearts may not be sweethearts, infatuated eyebrows are in vain! The past goes with the wind and the fireflies are flying. How can the years be peaceful? Don't lean on the railing if nothing happens! Men and women eating and drinking, grudges in the market, chanting in a low voice: Why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan? Unethical love cannot escape the judgment of family affection; family tragedy leads to the absurdity of human nature. The sky intentionally or unintentionally contributes to the flames, and the era is irreversibly devastated... Who follows whom in life and death? Who let whom be destroyed?