This place in the capital has always been concerned only with gold and silver accounts, but what I carried in my arms was a yellowish, wine-stained pawn ticket, with two ink characters written on it like ghostly symbols... Yes, I owed a wine debt in the capital, and it was named - "Youth".
Where the spring in the jade pot is gone, how can we call poverty if the spirit is not gone?
Purpose: I only record the minutiae of some people's lives