Five tyrants and seven chivalrous men, the spring and autumn chaos, instant rise and fall.
There are only a few lines in Qing history, famous in the north and countless in autumn.
The predecessors of the sages and the descendants of the sages get nothing more than entering the dragon.
Wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and color is a steel knife that scrapes bones.
Money is the root of trouble, but anger is much cry and little rain.
Wine, money and wealth are all hidden in a wall.
Who wants to jump out of the high wall like a fairy?