Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Li He, sing a song of mourning.
The autumn wind blows the grass dry, and Huarong is blue and the night is cold. I am not proud of being twenty years old, and my heart is full of sadness and gratitude. Clothes are like quails, horses are like dogs, and Qi Lin's swordsmanship is like a bronze roar. Qiting dismounted from his horse to meet his autumn friends and invited Yi Yiyang for a pot of wine. The clouds in the pot can't open, and Wan Li is worried in the daytime. My master advised me to cultivate my heart and bones, and not to fill my ashes with injuries.
Cao Cao's short song
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Du Kang is the only one who can solve the problem.
Bai Juyi, answer and persuade wine
Don't blame me for not drinking recently, but I got drunk and got wet with a towel several times. Who would have expected that a drunken binge in his life has now become a sad drinker.