The gentle sunshine slanted down, caressing the reeds on the mound, and the breeze swayed along with the sunshine. This ordinary scenery has a special poetic quality in my eyes. I weighed the wine and wanted to use a passionate song to express my feeling of enjoying the scenery. Unexpectedly, what came out of my mouth was "Shandandan! Your one is blooming!" Unfortunately, all the elders were there that day, so it naturally became a joke after dinner. When I was young, I lamented: "Who am I going to go home with?" The reed girl didn't know that it was on this day that the wheel of fate connected them together, and her...