Qingshui spent time with Sunday in this yard of chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, Simmentals, and calves, brewing "Qingjue Xiaojiu". Monday and Aqing were in the county seat, and they reunited on the weekend. The fluctuating light was like a bridge, connecting him to the past and Aunt Yude who had taught him and cared for him. Every time she came, he could feel the cherished warmth. Although it was short-lived, it was enough to brighten many dark days. That's how wine is, the first sip is spicy, the second sip is fragrant, and the third sip is inseparable. All good things have to wait. Qingshui said, "Wine has to wait, flowers have to wait, and people have to wait." Wine will seal memories and emotions, turning them into the flavor of time. When opened many years later, they will still be fresh. He looked up at the night sky. The stars are vast and silent for eternity. Compared with this majestic silence, the entanglements of love, hate, and anguish in the world seem to be much smaller. Those unspeakable "thoughts" and those "pains" that have nowhere to put are all slowly brewing in the vat of time. One day, it will become something else - you don't have to say it, but you can taste it. The spring of my own side never ends, singing...
Concept: Qingshui's "Qingjue Xiaojiu" has character, mellowness, elegance, and the taste of time. On the night of the Spring Equinox, the moonlight is cool, the fragrance of wine is faint, and the lights in the house are warm. Qingshui thought, the days will become longer, the nights will become shorter, the spring will be deeper, the wine will be mellower, the children will grow up, and life will go on. Get a taste of life.