Lan Zhan of”Chen Qingling”:At this moment, you are me, I am you, no matter what
Wei Ying, the burial of gangs is for you, it is the beginning and the end, it is pain and solace, it is hatred and nostalgia. Burying the post to me is complaining and yearning, pain and perseverance, sadness and longing. Now, when I set foot on this land with you again, my eyes were full of desolation-the ruins and ruins, the dead wood and grass, the bleak wind, the inhumane, only mixed feelings. Sixteen years ago, there was a burial post where you were in full vigor.