One day, Xiao Juju was walking on the blue brick road.
The monk's robe on his body hid the passing clouds and smoke.
The vendors on the street are selling, "The best drunken grass, very sweet."
The wooden sculpture of a kitten on his waist swayed, and he stopped, neither moving forward nor retreating.
Intention: Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and even the few songs they play become empty.
