Red wine is fragrant and fragrant, just like an elegant gentleman; white wine is clear and sweet, like white-collar elites; yellow rice wine is mellow and long, just like an honest elder; fruit wine is fresh and lively, like a green student. This is not a story with the theme of wine, but many beginnings and endings can be traced on the wine table, the stage or the curtain call.
I have loved absinthe all my life. As a teenager I thought this greenish liquid made me happy, but as a youth it made me feel like I was nothing but an alcoholic.
In a winery in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, I met Ji Dongfeng for the first time. Boiling green plums and warming a pot of wine under the moonlight, the young man didn't know what it was like to feel sad.
In the bar where the demons danced wildly, I reunited with Bai Yi'an, listening to rock music, looking for the truth buried in time, and felt like I was in another world.
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