The moon and stars are sparse, and the plum wine is lingering and melancholy, making people's intestines swell.
I leaned against the parasol tree drunkenly, looking at the moon in a hazy state. I vaguely saw Chang'e in the Moon Palace lingering with her lover, with a red thread tied around her wrist, showing that she was as white as jade.
I took another sip of the rich plum wine. It was burning in my throat, but it was burning in my heart.
In an instant, I felt like I was back when we first met. But the ordinary drama is particularly exciting.