The bustling West Street is noisy, with bowl after bowl of wine. Xiang Chun confuses everyone with Xu Zhuang's dream, which is both false and true, worldly life and death. The sound of water falling under the eaves made the room wake up for a moment. In the rain, I walk on a solitary mountain in a coir raincoat, and it is difficult to find a tomb covered with dry grass.
Persevering in writing, I repeat this dream of Shou Zhuang over and over again. I want to search again, but all the nine palaces are yours! It's all you!
Intention: To set up an unfinished game, waiting for you to decide.