Drunk in the City
There are so many people in the sea, I know Ma Mianggang.
If you are young and frivolous, why not wait for three years?
When the term expires, the altar is abandoned and the small window is broken.
I swear my temples are as frosty as frost, but I have no choice but to climb the hills.
I am too lazy to think about the next life, so I go out of the palace wall.
The love of being alone has been forgotten, so why should the restaurant complain?
At dusk, the golden wine cans are made, and the fallen trees and autumn grass are yellow.
The golden bell struck three times, and the luan mirror covered up the makeup.
The flowers and candles in the bridal chamber are crimson, and the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber are redolent of beauty.
My heart is cold, but I don’t know how to love Xuan.
The sadness is striking, reflecting through the hibiscus clothes.
The roaring sound entered the palace wall, and the mist and rain separated Gaotang.
The reincarnation lasts for three generations, and the sparse shadows hang in Xiaoxiang.
It’s still late at night, and I’m thinking about my lover in my boudoir.
The rain and dew can hardly touch my sleeves, but how many lines of tears are there now?
The water of the lotus remains the same, and the branches of the lotus reflect the weeping poplar trees.
The wind and moon are still open, and Yao Yao looks at each other.
When the moon sets and the stars sink into the sky, who can stand in the empty pavilion?
Stuck into the net of mortal world, flying catkins from the north.
On the Jiuqu Qimo, the fragrant snow breaks away from the intestines.