I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.
drunkenness is not about wine, but about mountains and rivers.
there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove.
last night, it rained and the wind blew suddenly, so a deep sleep didn't consume the wine.
where will you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan has a small wind and a waning moon.
drunkenness is not about wine, but about mountains and rivers.
there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove.
Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about fighting wine. When he went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an, the son of heaven didn't come aboard, claiming that he was a wine fairy.
last night, it rained and the wind blew suddenly, so a deep sleep didn't consume the wine.
excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village. Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
don't laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
and loud my song and deep my drink, on the green spring-day that starts me home.
a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan ran has not stopped drinking.