Every tree in Hanyang has become crystal clear, and Parrot Island is a nest of fragrant grass.

The sun is shining high, the sky is clear and blue, and in a trance, the trees on the north bank of Hanshui River turn into long-missed dear people, just like eyes. Warm sunshine brings warmth to people's homes. Vaguely, Mi Fei, who was beating drums in the grass on Nautilus Island, died in the face of Huang Zu's butcher knife, shedding green grass with blood. It is the selfless dedication of countless wandering wanderers soaked in blood and tears that has built countless unforgettable hometowns. Beautiful vision and emotional memories make the sentence "Qingchuan, Cao Fang" very human.