"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. "Chu Yu couldn't help but read aloud about this situation.
After hearing this, Huajian nodded and shook his head: "I memorized the ancient poem well, but I should change it——
"A game of chess among flowers, the two sides understand each other heart to heart.
Holding the son to invite beauties, the layout discusses the common people.
This beautiful night and beautiful scenery, the dance of flowers determines the spring season. "
"'This is a beautiful night, the dancing flowers mark the spring season' is really good. "Chu Yu praised.
Huajian smiled mysteriously: "It's a pity that the flowers haven't arrived yet, but they will be there soon. "
"Huh? "