Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better than taking a leisurely stroll in the garden!
Not surprised, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court;
Watching the sky with clouds rolling in and out, regardless of the wind and waves.
Holding the Book of Mountains and Seas, wearing a wet wine towel on his head. He chases the solitary clouds in his excitement, and his heart returns to the lost bird. --- "Ode to Tao Yuanming"
The beauty abandons the Xuan Mian, the white head Lying on the pine clouds. The drunken moon is often the saint, and the flowers are of no concern to you. --- "Gift to Meng Haoran"
I chant three thousand poems while drunk, leaving the world to accompany the moonlight.
A person from the Immortal Book of Feng Gu, a poet, a drunkard, and a saint all his life.
When you gain, you sing loudly and when you lose, you stop. There is also a lot of sorrow and hatred.
There is wine today, and you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow. Come tomorrow to worry