It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Wild and untamed creatures, growing wildly, their ambitions and desires intertwined, can always forge earth-shattering legends.

A microcosm of reform and opening up, a magnificent miracle of ordinary people rising to prominence.

When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask after searching my heart;

The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.

The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.