Qingshi Mountain and Yalu River

The breeze is blowing on the barren land, the magnolia flowers are withering, and the key may not be found even if the pupils are wide, wipe away the tears and walk towards the flowing road. The mountains are hazy, the rain is hazy, and the seedlings and flowers are fragrant. Like a rose that blooms in early July in the setting sun, I smell her fragrance in the hazy state. I was a bird looking for food and left her. When I came back, my heart was full of pain. The fragrance of the seedlings and the purest rose healed my wounds. The sky was ruthless. Before Miaoer could complete her mission of blossoming and bearing fruit, hail suddenly came. In an instant, her green life was smashed into the soil. Looking at the tragic scene, I was in agony, beating my chest and feet, heart-piercing pain. After swallowing a cup of strong bitter wine, I seemed to have gained something precious... The fragrance of Miaoer's flowers... An unprecedented, shocking and tear-jerking true love story that spans nearly half a century begins here.