The moonlight shines on the peach blossoms, reflecting the light and shadow like fish scales on the lake. She leaned under the peach blossom tree, gently twirling the wine glass, and lifting the wine pot from time to time, but there was no more wine.
Maybe he was used to it, but today he drank all the three taels of peaches without realizing it. Maybe he missed her too deeply and stored all his obsessions in his dreams.
It was a beautiful dream, and there was his shadow in the dream. The young man in white under the peach blossom tree had a pair of deep eyes with hazy emotions.
That day, with the falling flowers, the bright moon, and the gentle spring breeze, she leaned in his arms, drank a cup of peach wine, raised her eyes, and kissed his thin and moist lips.
But now, the flowers are withered, the moon is waning, and the frost is heavy. There is no more promise between the two hearts, no more bright smiles. There is only one person, it is difficult to get drunk when drinking alone...
Her heart ached, tears streaked across her face, and fell into the rosy glow.
She was really drunk...
Intention: This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time