The feast lasted until the moon disappeared in the high trees and the Milky Way disappeared at dawn. Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held?
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.