[Four of Swordsmen/qingxiao] Night Talk Around the Stove

In the dream, after the wind and rain, the phoenix trees turn into autumn. The yellow spring is blue and falling, the past is passing away, and there are generations of joys and sorrows, and several melancholy. The ashes of the calamity are gone, the Yao palace is cold and the flowers are flying in my sleeves, I look at the sky, who will spend the night with me talking privately around the fire? ——Xiansi Tongren/Qingxiaoxiang