Daydreaming of rice and firewood, nightdreaming of money, busy for half a lifetime without a moment of leisure. I also want to drink and embrace flowers in drunkenness, but alas, my monthly salary is only three to five k. Who does not want to be drunk in front of flowers, but life does not allow for leisure. I have lofty aspirations, yet I disappoint the falling flowers and the beautiful faces. If the spring breeze has any compassion for the flowers, could you allow me to be young again? $BNB