Although the top of Nanshan is not as majestic as Dongyue Taishan, I stand on the Shenglong platform and slowly open my five fingers, the landscape is between my palms, the afterglow of the setting sun will drape the mountains with a layer of faint red, as soft as blood, this is my favorite color, even the dream in my memory is full of this blood red, this feeling has not been felt for many years, especially when Wei Yong and Qin almost bowed at my feet with one hand almost surrendered, I looked down and worshiped the ground proudly