Year: Song Author: Mei
Loose gold wick, though withered, does not change fragrance.
Deep and secluded, you still have to serve the Qing Dynasty.
Linjiang Xian Yi Xi spent last year drinking.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Changqing
Recalling last year's sanhua, the group competed to see the fat. Spirits and bright flowers are suitable. Remember that you were drunk and nepotism wrote new poems.
It's still late spring, and this body is still in the horizon. Heartbroken but lovesick. Worried person, who will pay him.
Magnolia is slow, Wuqiao drinks at night.
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Drinking at noon bridge in the clear night, with a cold candle. Singing everywhere, buying wine at court, but wearing shirts at court. I am as drunk as before, but I am red in the branches and restless. Go back to Liu Yin for a month, sober up and draw a corner. Palace. As rare as leisure. It's hard for me to see you free. I remember when Li Mo looked at flowers, in Ran Ran, the wind and rain were different. Meet an old friend, say goodbye, take you home, and then retire to Chung Shan Man. The river is full of sorrow, far from the grass.