when you talked about peach blossom luck, it reminded me of a Tang dynasty poem.” “A Tang dynasty poem?” “This door, this day / —Last year, your blushing face, / And the blushing faces / Of the peach blossoms reflecting / Yours. This door, this day/—this year, where are you, / You, in the peach blossoms? / The peach blossoms still/here, giggling / At the spring breeze.”
