An ancient poem written in late spring

Han wo in late spring

I was drunk after a long absence, and when I woke up, my clothes were covered with wine.

The thin water floating on the surface of the water flows into another stream, and the clouds float away with the rain.

Idleness and boredom hate being wasted, and it is difficult to attract the spirits of the ancients in different places.

He was so grateful to Liu Ying for his kindness that he flew to the West Park every morning.