I Bring February Flowers to You

I've been looking for you for a thousand years Brew a jar of good wine and enjoy a pond full of red lotuses with you I read all the postures of all sentient beings Pour a pot of clear wine and wait for you to chant and leave others' thoughts A glass of fine wine carries you through Baiju Qiansu How can a few sentences cut off the continuation of grudges? . Suspense skit Intention: