The Young White Horse Is Drunk in the Spring Breeze

The long street is noisy and noisy. The butcher holding a machete raised and lowered his knife, picking flowers on the bones, the old lady selling flower shoes carried candles with needles, and there was no work for a hundred feet. There was also an oil seller with eighteen swords hidden in his sleeves, always looking at the bun shop opposite, the little Xishi who could change nine faces with one tear. There is also a Donggui wine shop at the end of the long street. There is a young boy who makes wine inside. That boy... Is really just a wine maker. He had twelve bottles of wine, but no one came to drink. There was always only a drunken man in white sitting in the shop, wandering around with a spear in his hand. He said he wanted to buy a horse, put the wine, and whipped the horse to get drunk in the spring breeze.