A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus.
Everyone knows that southern Yunnan is a hell on earth, with murderous intent at every turn and disasters everywhere. It's not like the city in Suzhou, where the wine is fragrant and the flowers are fragrant, and the wind is green.
She said that many flowers in southern Yunnan are poisonous, but the poison is fair and honest. But here, all cruelty must be covered with a soft veil.
She said, even if you lift the veil, how can you prove that there is a real face underneath?
Lin Yan listened quietly and then responded with a smile: Have you seen the smoke willows at the end of the bridge? It takes root in Tiger Hill when it is born, and will wither if moved elsewhere. We Han people have written in poems that willow branches can tie the sleeves of pedestrians. I am just a willow tree in this city of Suzhou. If you are entangled with me, you cannot leave.
Witchcraft is nothing, poison is nothing, what is terrible is the human heart. It's love that sticks to your bones until you die.