There was an old man who lived deep in the bamboo forest. There was a small bamboo house with a small round table made of bamboo in front of the house and several small bamboo stools around the table. In early autumn, early in the morning, I took a jug of wine and went slowly to find my old friend. In the afternoon, the sun shines through the bamboo forest, and it is warm in the bamboo forest. Then the two of them sat leisurely on the small bamboo stool drinking wine, basking in the sun, listening to the rustling sound of the wind passing through the bamboo forest. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com