The fermented fermented rice in the social urn is fragrant, and the swallows return, and the wind blows and rains in the dark suburbs. In the Shugou Garden, the old man is carrying a stick, and the barbarian boy is already wearing wet clothes while collecting medicinal herbs. The tail of the mountain pheasant flies away into the mist, and the wings of the water chicken fly over the waves. Pinglan smiles, do you know? The thirst of the lungs and the coming of autumn are gradually diminishing. .