Renyi Teahouse

A cup of clear tea boils down troubled times, and half a pot of turbid wine discusses heroes. The two words benevolence and righteousness hang on the beam, and right and wrong fall into the cup. The light of the sword passed through the window, leaving only the remaining leaves dancing in the autumn wind. Don't ask about the rise and fall of the people in this seat, just listen to the commentary and tell the story.