Nearly a hundred years ago everyone in this great old hotel came out into the yard, mostly strangers to each other, and cheered their devotion to an America that so closely bound them together.

Meet a leaf, met a book, a cup of tea, a rose of love, a smile in the end.

It is a melodious song, the wine is acquainted with cups, along the south wild goose is the root of the old friend, is willing with peace and happiness, the cane with your life.