Once you enter the rotten gate, it is as deep as the sea, and your conscience will be a passerby from now on
I am a landscape man in Qingdu, and I am going crazy as a teenager. It's a pity that on the third night of September, a pear tree blooms on top of the begonia.
There are still songs and dances under the beauty's tent, and the crouching dragon and the leaping horse end up in the loess. The hibiscus tent is warm and the spring night is short, and the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold.
Li Bai traveled by boat and won the reputation of a brothel. A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but it is not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me.