Under the night sky of Luocheng, a young man rides a fine horse, the hooves clattering on the green stone slabs. He seems like a character from a storyteller's tale, emerging from the waterfall and heading towards the world of rivers and lakes. He travels to the green mountains, watching the sunset in the west. If you ask, who is the wanderer in this world of rivers and lakes? He would answer, the clear wind, the bright moon, and me. ... This might be a long story, let me tell it slowly.