Drink a pot of turbid wine, walk through the mortal world, and wait for an old friend at the place where the clouds return...
The peach grove was defeated, the old wine was shattered on the ground, the peach blossoms fell and covered the shoulders, the fragrance slowly dissipated and turned into nothing, leaving only lingering fragrance.
Later, when an old friend met, he collected the old wine and picked up the fallen peach blossoms. The fragrance gathered and spread for thousands of miles. From then on, the peach forest never failed, season after season, year after year...
But it is never us who are truly unconventional, it is the world.
Intent: White Moonlight is also salvation