People passing by Yancun are like flying flowers in their hometown.
Get drunk, drink tea, and find a restaurant at the corner of an ordinary alley.
All present are old friends, and the bottom of the bowl is the end of the world.
There is a home everywhere in the world, and the self is like a mansion.
How dare you call yourself a knight-errant if you don't care too much or too little?
You can grab a fist with a knife, or you can play occasionally and ask each other about life and death.
Heroes don't need to weigh some old things to offset the price of wine.
Folding flowers to Jiangnan to spring breeze and red wax
Affectionate always seems that I love the world.
There are seven or eight lucky people who want to meet and know each other.
Invited me to pat the altar to smoke clouds.
Jiangbei Xifeng Huangsha drinks horses
Ruthless as I cut peach blossoms at the bottom of my sword
It's hard to meet in the world. Xie Qingshan urges white hair
It feels like only frost and snow give each other a scar on their foreheads.
After three rounds of drinking, I didn't go home until five o'clock.
Talk about flawless youth, dare to boast about jade and sword.
Sleeping star pillow frost flower quilt thatched, collapse than fairy.
Make friends freely, regardless of winter and summer.
Calculate the heroic spirit in winter and summer, and sharpen the knife without missing the woodcutter from Beijing.
Ask people like me, and I will accept the sun, the moon and the mountains together.
If you don't answer the name, you will turn around and send your career to the cloud.
Heroes don't need to remember two old things to offset the price of wine.
Folding flowers to Jiangnan to spring breeze and red wax
Affectionate always seems that I love the world.
The world hates meeting friends, but there are seven or eight lucky ones.
Invited me to pat the altar to smoke clouds.
Jiangbei Xifeng Huangsha drinks horses
Ruthless as I lead a sword to cut peach blossoms
It's hard to meet in the world. Xie Qingshan urges white hair
It feels like only frost and snow give each other a scar on their foreheads.
When the world wins or loses, it is all gossip.
Let's change a glass of old wine and I'll be handsome.
Romance has not been sung for many years.
With my horse, I have been to Sword Cup to find a job.
Life and death in this world is also gossip.
Come for a change. Drunkenness pays off.
Romance has not been sung for many years.
It's not chivalrous to treat my freedom as a madman.