Exchange of Drinks

The country is picturesque, the setting sun hangs in the west, and I don't know where to call home when I'm drunk. A man who is not romantic and spends his youth is so inclined to lean on a building, listen to the wind and rain, and talk about mulberry and hemp while drinking wine. A nameless knife, constantly cutting away people's tears. A bowl of Zhuangxing wine can pour out endless sorrow. Who is in front of me, holding a fan and smiling; who is behind me, painting my soul. Who is close at hand, playing the piano and whispering; who is far away, singing long songs and crying. Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and a handful of yellow sand is buried in a withered grave, which is nothing but a ridiculous world. When I am happy I am happy, when I am angry I am angry, I spend all my money on wine and I am free in the end. This is the story of the growth and redemption of a group of wandering prodigal sons. It is also a journey through the ages and a fateful journey. Who is secretly stirring up trouble and causing a bloody storm? Behind the conspiracy, what is revealed are unknown scars. Power, order, grudges, love and hatred, pleasure, parting are painful, and there are even more idiotic children among them. You should have something to say... Ruofu has been in charge of his entire life, taking the world as his scheming and his decisions as his blades. Who is the chess piece, and who is the real chess player? There is a story here. Do you have any wine to exchange for?