Poetry describing the night shift

Hello!

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(Li Shangyin)

Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.

I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.

Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it up, and the wax-covered lamps are red.

I listened to the drum and went to answer the official question, walking around Malantai and turning around.

This is just my personal opinion, please don’t comment if you don’t like it, thank you.