The green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old. From now on, the people we love will be like you. The tea brewed by the green plums still tastes the same as before, but the people we love will not come. Because there is the word "maple" in your name, I want to accompany you to see all the red leaves in Fragrant Mountain. There is a saying in an ancient poem: Whoever gets drunk in the maple forest at dawn will always shed tears when he leaves!