The flowers began to fall, floating in the smoke and dust of Chaozhou. From time to time, strong wind blows on people's faces, making them feel chilly. I couldn't help but wrap myself up tightly. The flowers are falling and the fragrance is fragrant. Is that fragrance coming for you? Does that fragrance exist for you? The fragrance of tea lingers, standing on the high wall, holding an umbrella to send the autumn breeze, looking down at the city, busy looking for traces, but in vain. Exist? Not here? Who will investigate? Come? Not coming? Waiting for a pool of rain and dew.