You and I grew up together, and the sweet-scented osmanthus also carries the wine. Riding horses at the foot of the east city, talking about youthful things.
The ideal may not be what you want, but there are also times when you and I are in trouble. After several years of separation, the letters continued, and they finally lived up to their youth. As long as there is no endless banquet, the youthful days will eventually pass.