In the dead of night, drink a glass of sake, and the small desktop is engraved with colorful dreams; Even though we have read all the sails and seen all the ups and downs, when we look back on that light and a pot of wine, we will finally understand that life is a canvas, you and I are both painting hands, it is the dazzling stars in the sky, or the independence of the feather fan and the silk towel. How do you choose?