Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Drunk, take off your sword, travel and sleep in the high hall. I woke up in the middle of the night and stood in front of the lamp.
Open the porch and talk straight, the xiaoxue river is frozen. Elegy is bitter and cold, sad and lonely.
Fu Shuo version of Zhu Chenhao, Reese Eagle Dog Man. It is better to recover from suffering than to start a country.
And I am a fool, sighing under the dragon gate. Who should I write to when my fortune is not due?
Cry, loudly say to Fu Liang. Qingyun should direct and perform himself, so why ask for a confidant?