Daydreaming of firewood and rice, nightdreaming of money, busy for half a lifetime without a moment's respite. I also wish to drink and embrace flowers in a drunken haze, but alas, my monthly salary is only three to five thousand. Who doesn't want to be drunk in front of the flowers, but unfortunately, life offers no leisure. I have lofty aspirations that reach the clouds, yet I have let down the fallen flowers and the beautiful faces. If the spring breeze has any sympathy for the flowers, could it grant me another youth?$BNB