Adhering to the edge of the city, drifting in the bustling city, floating in the chaos of fame and fortune, and indulging yourself in the extremely exciting rhythm; but after a long time, you will become tired;
So, in the tired days, brew a pot of warm tea from the old year, sit quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun, look at the loneliness and short-lived joy of this growth, taste a cup of purity, taste a cup of beauty, taste a cup of transparency; retreat from the flashy appearance in the time of a cup of tea, guard your own inch of time, and count the calmness of the passing years...