At the beginning of two years, it will be the deepest. If you only see it, how can you wait for the flowers to bloom. At the end of the year, it will be here. If you think it's old, don't pick a single leaf to see it. The long night is long, the world of mortals is not short, and the love between the two is shocked. It's raining, the years have passed, and a cup of turbid wine brings me happiness for three lifetimes.
Intention: We were in our prime that year, and the bloom of that year will be engraved in our hearts.