When the butterfly clothes rise from the bells and drums, the Wu music sings from the rubble, and the cantang color becomes red on the branches, where does it come from?

From the comic "March 3rd" by Zhao Puling, the original text is as follows:

The reason why troubled times become poetry is because, like love, it is secretive, vigorous, and turns around thousands of times. . So when the flames of war replace the lights, the smoke of the wolf replaces the smoke, and even the starlight is swallowed up by the boundless twilight, behind the starlight, some feelings may be sprouting. And when we mistakenly think that the butterfly clothes rise from the bells and drums, the Wu music sings from the rubble, and the cang trees are red from the branches, the troubled times will quietly reveal what they should be.

Extended information

The comic "March 3rd" is a comic adapted from the life experiences of Zhang Qishan and Er Erhong, the characters of "Old Nine Gates" in "Tomb Robbers Notes". Examples of classic lines:

1. The reason why troubled times become poetry is because, like love, it is secretive, vigorous, and turns around thousands of times.

2. The Yangtze River, after experiencing all dynasties, has no dynasties; it has witnessed too many things and thus lost its character. She flows proudly through the cracks of time, through ancient times, modern times, prosperous times, wars, natural dangers, and smooth roads; flowing from the sky to the world, and from the world to the sea.

3. In fact, the formation of historical books and poetry is the same, full of flowers and vigorous. So we engrave troubled times into the annals of history, and write love into poetry.

4. The greatest benefit in troubled times is that just a bright smile can start a great love.

5. Just like that person’s singing, it rises gracefully from Dantian, suddenly tearing open the veil that has covered the ancient city for centuries, kicking up the corner of the python robe, and lifting up the mellow fragrance of the pear orchard, mixed with fire. Like red leaves, then slowly scattered on the golden wall of Changsha City.