"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain——"
Nanshan... What kind of place is it?
Who will you meet and what will happen?
I once thought that as old friends never leave, the future will be long
But in the end, people leave and the tea is cool, and the song ends and people disperse
Under the sycamore tree, pour a cup of tea
Telling about that little-known past event...
Intention: None