On the Lantern Festival, you are wearing a green robe, white clothes, and a vermilion robe. You are smiling, watching the fusang, the tea soup of the mandarin ducks and biluo, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine from the Tianxiang Pavilion. Would you like to change it for this girl? The spring snow fell by the window, and you were dressing up, remembering the opera singer's singing last night, chanting "Eternal Fragrance", which made everyone in the audience cry. I went into the neighbor's kitchen, cooked emerald peas, yellow meringues, and jingled bells. Even all my belongings and three kilograms of honey couldn't exchange for my girl (Girl: "I also want a plate of roasted whole lamb!")