Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the wind blows the flute, the sunset is outside the mountain, and the bosom friend is half scattered. Life is seldom a party. Only when you leave the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green, and when you come, don't wander around the ends of the earth, and your bosom friend is half scattered with a pot of muddy water, you can leave Meng Han tonight.