Clouds gather and disperse, and the affair is in debt. Who do you love and how many days have you been silent? Bing Xin's pride, bright eyes and white teeth, can't be finished. How many stories are mysterious? Time flies on paper, and I know each other in my pen. Have you ever thought about how many thoughts blowing in the wind has? Quietly romantic, lips and teeth gently open, drink a pot of old wine, full of rhyme, drunk singing, drunk singing, and sing yourself drunk.