The flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return as if they were familiar
This is a poem by Yan Shu
Huanxisha
A new song and a glass of wine, last year Weather old pavilion. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
When drinking with a close friend, a thousand cups are too little, and half a sentence is enough to talk without speculation
It was Ouyang Xiu
When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups of wine is too little, and half a sentence is too much to talk about it.
A bottle of wine can remind you of people thousands of miles away.