2. How can the cold wind blow hard in Xiao He, the dead leaves fall and the trees rustle?
How happy it is to drink a glass, no matter who he lives for.
Nectar smells through the bottle, attracting ice and snow.
What are you afraid of eating a thousand cups? People are afraid of drinking too much.
Sigh, bend your throat, see how red the maple leaves are?
I have a pair of tearful eyes.
The moon is half bent, the dream is in the distance, and the tenderness stirs up a loud song.
Come on! Dancing with swords and drinking, who looks down on me.
Yue Longmen turns, and the sword turns with heaven and earth.
Look at that! You see, I twisted that Gankun with one hand.
Cut the horizon and the moon by hand, and break the stream by wrist.
My body is wobbly, my eyes are dim, and two lines of tears are bitter and sweet.
Erase the horizon, oblique sword lying drunk among flowers.
Don't move, how dangerous it is to return the sword.
A snowflake is at the tip of the sword.
Oh! Warm you with my tenderness, for an instant,
Drift with the wind.
Screaming through the mountains.
Snowflakes fell on the shore, and sword light was scattered on the river.
The fist breaks the east wind, and the foot flies to surprise the swan.
Rivers are surging, never to return.
The snow is fluttering.
When is longevity?
No matter what trouble there is tomorrow.
As long as you are drunk today