I was sitting in a courtyard covered with flowers, holding a pot of wine and drinking until my chest was half wet. From time to time, a few peach blossoms fell on my head. The whole picture was almost the same as Li Tieguai in the picture of drunken sleep. It was even more happy and carefree. It's ridiculous to say that I am a god who is afraid of loneliness. It's ridiculous to say that I was. I don't know how long it has been since I was a lonely god, admiring flowers and drinking alone. Later, when I tried to grab the last withered petal, I saw it had fallen firmly into your hand. I looked at you with my drunken eyes and smiled, "This great god, I seem to have seen you somewhere before."