Away from People and Flowers

Five years after the dynasty, the beacon smoke temporarily went out, the emperor's head rolled into the golden palace, and the three rivers were stained with blood. "Fellow Taoist, you are here." Under the peach tree, a handsome young man sat cross-legged. The peach blossoms fell gently on his shoulders, softly and silently. The child on the side chewed peach petals and said to himself: "Sacrifice, is there any way for people in this world to survive?" Jifa shook his head and nodded again. Next to the child, a middle-aged man reached for the wine jar. The light shone through the gaps in the peach leaves, making the pool of wine in the jar clearly visible. "The peach blossoms are beautiful and delicious, and the wine will taste even better. But if those hundred years pass by, I wonder if there will still be people in this world who are on the right path... Whether they can still drink this jade liquid and fine nectar." Jifa slowly lay down and stretched out a finger. "One?" "It should be a group." "It's all wrong, it's endless!" The three of them laughed for a long time, pushing the peach petals forward slowly in the wine jar, like a red boat with ripples at the stern. Time travels, old friends have been separated for a long time, their shadows are found seven feet away, and the flowers are already full.