Change a poem about winter into a sketch.

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Scene: indoors, there is a stove with wine burning on it.

A is drinking alone and someone is knocking at the door.

A: Who is it?

B: Me, Liu Shijiu!

A: Come on in ~

Ah, Bai, what are you doing?

A: Brewing.

I have free time.

A: It's getting late.

B: Yes.

Is it going to snow?

B: It's quite cold this winter ~

A: How about a drink?

Just waiting for you to say so!

End of the play ~

Original, a little thunder.