That year under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, who looked up at the red flowers, and who laughed and cursed?
After passing through the mortal world, flowers are still flowers, and wine is still wine.
Whoever draws the pledge with his life will guard the lonely city.
I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out not to be like a young man traveling.
Conception: