The rain knocked off the fiery red leaves of the maple trees, and everything in the yard was covered in water. The air was filled with the smell of earthy green grass. I was alone, holding tea, standing under the eaves, looking out the wall, "raising a glass to the bright moon, and drinking together as three of us." Back then, Li Bai drank boldly to the bright moon. Who was he thinking of, and who did he miss again? And I silently looked at the bright moon shrouded in darkness, "Tsk" the warm fragrance of tea overflowed from my mouth and drifted into the thick night.