"Flowers don't stop, flowers slave drums, wine wakes up to see the residual red dance" Author: (Aestheticism ends)
Only when you see pear flowers can you get drunk and dance in the world of mortals. Woke up and was stunned by pear flower falls. Half a pot of wine is still swaying in the last romance, and the temples in the mirror are spotted first. Red dancing in the wind, glitz in the world.
I can't bear to reply, raise a glass and drink lofty, and continue to be prosperous. Farewell to the dream of the world of mortals, the years have passed, but I cherish the flying flowers, and I cried a few lines in the breeze. There is no need to add melancholy if you don't stay.
Red powder makes people feel pity, and they leave as soon as they turn around. The old city is still the same, people have left, things have moved, and it is a stranger, leaving only a month.
Looking back, I thought every bosom friend had a thousand glasses of wine. Whether young and frivolous, don't understand the world. Nowadays, books are hard to understand. Lonely geese wander around, and there is nothing to rely on. It feels like they will arrive in a blink of an eye. Whether to see through the world and leave the bodhisattva in the air.
The lonely moon was hanging in the sky, but it was different then. The fragrance of red powder is still the same, so the old friend is separated, and the lonely words hurt my heart. The empty court is lonely, and the guzheng sings sadness, which is the most desolate, with temples in the mirror.