A thousand pieces of gold have never made a promise,
Just grab a cup of wine.
The streets are dim and faded,
This flower is fragrant when you drink it.
Get acquainted, the first frost has not yet fallen.
Encounter, light rain, as before.
The clear water flowing upstream is like a folding fan, slowly opening. Reading is like playing with tea. The clear window is thin and the breasts are thin. It is inevitable to play with it.