Author: Zhang Dynasty: Song Dynasty
I remember drinking, painting a boat and shaking a garden hairpin that year. Ask the wild goose Fahua, a cigarette holder and a rain hat, what's the matter? Look at the state of human feelings and things, just look on coldly. Thanks to the West Lake, it washed away my dust. The night is full of waves and mountains, with heavy makeup and pure ice. The tide is higher, and the river and the sea are both Cui Wei. The sound of Xiao Liang, the fragrance of lotus, spreads all over the world, and the wind reveals the mind. Whoever enjoys the same reward stays up all night, and the moon is low.