Silently leaning on the bamboo tower in the wind and rain, looking out into the distant fairy pavilion, the coldness appears on the eyebrows. Riding the wind to return to Lingbo, we are speechless and smiling softly talking about the past. I want to pour fine wine to find the fragrance and get drunk. The water shines proudly, and I drink a cup of wine alone. When will you regret it when the cup is gone? After waiting for a long time, I pressed the jade flute.