It was the autumn of the second year on the Baibai River, and he told him in the "Northwestern Mountains" known as barren mountains and rivers:
At that time, red maples filled the sky, hovering slowly like a fiery red phoenix above their heads and under their feet, and winding like a red storm.
"Bai Luo, I met you in a place with clear water and beautiful mountains."
"Me? How am I?"
"Shocking and uninhibited."
"I want your evaluation."
When the man heard his words, he just leaned against the tree, lowered his head and smiled.
Purpose: I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out not to be the case. I was a young man traveling.