It used to be a palace wine shop with lotus flowers planted in front of it. In the past, the scent of wine and lotus flowed all over the lake. Everyone was drunk until late winter. Lotus was impossible, but there was another charm. Just looking at lotus withered, there was also a melancholy beauty to the dark sky. It was getting colder and colder. The cold in winter was frozen bones. The sun set, and it was cool from inside to outside. Looking around, tourists were sparse and trees were shadows. Mother-in-law, lonely crow and old vine, residual lotus in quyuan, empty sky and earth, the world is secluded, the universe is only me, but one person does not know where he is...