Naginalu

"Naginalu!" Good luck, he thought silently in his heart, looking into the distance with his dark brown eyes. The tall buildings blocked the young man's gaze towards the ancient and mysterious Maimang Snow Mountain. The vigorous and powerful sound of the sheepskin drum was crushed by the heavy traffic. The flavor of God can no longer be found in the turbid air. Because of "cloud time", he returned to the original place. … The village deep in the mountains, grandma's buckwheat steamed buns, sister's embroidered belt, the dancing little goat... There are also scriptures chanted by Lao Shibi! Bacon, sipping wine, Guozhuang dance, grand Japanese and wheat festival! Kill the pig, fulfill your wish, and thank God for his kindness! Regain the courage in your ancestral blood. Re-examine the meaning of life, love and protection, responsibility and responsibility! …