The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Whoever gets drunk at dawn is always in tears.
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.