Now I recall the joy of Jiangnan, when I was young and had thin clothes.
Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.
The green screen is curved with gold, and it is drunk into the flowers.
Zhao Qian's teenage life is a true portrayal of this poem. Originally, he would have become one of thousands of dudes and lived a bohemian life, but unexpectedly he met Xie You.