In the seventh year of Yanning, one afternoon in October, the famous Jie Daxia met the sickly second son of the Chong family for the first time. At that time, the sun was just right, the breeze was blowing, the branches outside the wall were swaying gently, and the orange fallen leaves were scattered on the old stone slabs. The gentle people and the withered scenery seemed to merge into a painting, and he was drunk in this painting until he died.