The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the setting sun hangs in the west, and I don’t know where to be home in my dreams. People who don’t want to be romantic are young, how can they be born to prefer to lean on the building to listen to the wind and rain, and talk about the wine. An unknown knife cuts off the constant tears. A bowl of strong Wine, inexhaustible sorrow. Whoever is in front of you, smiles with a paper fan; , The soil returns to the soil, and a pile of yellow sand buries the heroic bones. The sky laughs at me for emptiness and obsession, and I laugh at the sky for nothing. This is the story of the growth and redemption of a group of wandering prodigal sons, and it is also a journey of life through the ages and destiny. Who is secretly messing with the situation and setting off a bloody storm? Behind the conspiracy, there are many unknown scars. Power, order, grievances, love and hatred, the world is the situation, and the choice is For the edge. Who is the real chess player? There is a story here, do you have wine?