The bluestone alley is full of white bones and bald heads. Who can tell you the romance when you touch the ink? What do you mean?

This is an antique poem written by some network experts in modern times. The general idea is like this: a person walks on an ordinary street paved with bluestone (a little old street) and holds his white hair with a luxurious bone pin; The excellent words written still exude fragrance. Who can these words tell me about my elegant manners and feelings? !