The hostess came to the teahouse.
She has long dark hair shawling her shoulders, with bangs covering her eyebrows, bright eyes, and lips like Danxia. The gauze clothes are fluttering, and the joys, angers, sorrows and fears are passing through, but no sentimentality is seen.
Thousands of people passed through the rivers and lakes in the Spring and Autumn Period, and there was an endless stream of tea-goers in the courtyard. She saw the young chivalrous man in a romantic mood, and the swordsman and the musical instrument gloomy and happy. A few glasses of wine will make you feel free and unrestrained, but a frustrated person will break his glass and shed tears.
She has a hand scroll, which does not keep any accounts, but only writes about ordinary things in the world. The two men at the top drew their swords out of their sheaths, and at the bottom there was an old friend who had made a good appointment for a long time. Why are you happy today and why were you sad yesterday? The Tao cannot explain the joys and sorrows, nor can it explain the sorrow of separation.
A few pages into the book, I put down my pen at sunset. While looking at the title of the volume, I wrote "Spring and Autumn Tea Records".
Concept: A short story about rivers and lakes