Quit

Let's toast to the east wind and be calm together. I wandered in the silence of a hundred years, looking at the stars in the sky and the trajectory of the Kongming Lantern from the frost-covered city gate. The alternation of cold and heat, the wandering flying peng passing through the millennium vicissitudes of the white desert, the lonely swan geese wading northward. The east wind sends away the departed people who will not return, and the wine is brought to the wind, and the wine cup faces the bright moon. I poured three glasses of wine in total, one as a tribute to heaven and earth, one as a tribute to my old friend, and the last one as a tribute to myself. This is roughly the life in my memory. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.