In the late Southern Song Dynasty, years of war left the prosperous country devastated.

One day, a group of people who wanted to escape the war came from the city with their wives and children, hoping to enter the city of Linan, not hope to be able to restore the previous days, only hope to be able to survive, standing in the building, if the mind is focused on, can see in this bustling crowd, a thin woman carrying a not small package, very difficult. But the woman's obstinate expression actually lets the person have some admiration.

Woman's first name Liqingzhao, born in Jinan, Qi, originally happy she, and her husband poured tea all day to write poetry, good happiness, how the war is merciless, once had been as broken as foam, that all day long smiling husband also left his own.

Finally with the crowd crowded into the city, looked up, but saw countless men and women in the city dressed in gorgeous robes in tall buildings to laugh. Liqingzhao's eyes a black, as if everything back to the time of the wonderful woman sitting in the castle,There is a person who understands you, who loves you is enough. Liqingzhao thought.

At this time, the sky began to drizzle, drizzle like that year, Yi people have not known trace, only left a hundred kinds of memories.

Street small stall noisy, upstairs song Qiao Jiao, roadside children play, Liqingzhao silently mentioned baggage, a bitter smile may be his own lifetime of sin, perhaps his life of luck is not enough.

Quietly sigh: search for, cold and clear, sad and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest. Three glasses of two light wine, how to fight him, the evening is urgent? The goose passes also, is sad, but old acquaintance.

The flowers piled up. Grange, who is now to blame? Watch the window. How can it be dark alone? Indus more rain, to dusk, drizzle. This time, what a worry!

Got to stay until the wind and rain dispersed, the shadow has been more than trace, only leave the mourning words in the air. Hing, people suffering; Die, and the people suffer.