"Sauvignon Blanc" - Li Bai Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. Luowei cries in autumn, Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the mat is cold. The lonely lamp is full of thoughts and sorrow, and rolls up the curtains to look at the moonlit sky and sighs. The beauty is like a flower separated by clouds, with the blue sky above and the waves of the Lu River below. It's hard for the soul to fly far away, and it's hard for the dream soul to not reach Guanshan. Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. If you are inspired by this poem, use it as your copywriting~