Song: Yan
Old powder is like the original. People hate each other. There are several scripts running in a spring. Qiu Lai's books are even rarer.
Phoenix is cold, and the pillow is lonely. If you are worried, treat wine with ease. Even if dreams and souls exist, they will become empty. That's as good as dreaming.
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In the old days, the residual powder was as fragrant as before, and people's feelings were light, so it was better to hate it. A few letters came one spring, but in autumn, letters became thinner and thinner.
Embroidered phoenix is cold, Yuanyang pillow is lonely, and melancholy is only waiting for wine to distract. Even if the dream meets the soul and turns the meeting into nothingness, how can you stand even dreaming an illusory dream?
2. Yu Meiren, send Gong Dou
Song Dynasty: Xu Shu
Lotus falls into the sky, and waves rise at dusk. Fly back to Shuang Yan and post a cloud to chill, looking at the east bank of the building, leaning against the aperture.
The floating life only respects the former and the old, and the snow is full of Chang' an Road. An old friend sent me a piece of spring scenery and a plum blossom in Jiangnan sooner or later.
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Lotus leaves the sky and is connected with water, and the twilight is hazy and blustery. Flying Shuang Yan clung to Leng Yun, and I watched alone on the east side of the building.
Short of drunkenness and aging, in a blink of an eye, heavy snow covered the roads in Beijing. Friends from afar will also stare at me on the stage and send me a branch of Jiangnan Chun Mei.
3, the voice is slow, find it.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!
4. Drink four poems of the bright moon alone, the first part.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. (having sex with others: having sex with others)
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
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I put a pot of wine among the flowers and poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me.
Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people.
The moon can't appreciate the joy of drinking, and the shadow can only follow me silently.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry.
I sing poetry, the moon lingers with me, dancing and dancing, and the shadow lingers with me.
Share joy with you when you are awake, and go your separate ways when you are drunk.
I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
5. Drink four bright moons and the third one alone.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In Chang 'an in March, the spring is beautiful and the spring flowers are brilliant.
If I am lonely and sad in spring, who can only drink blindly for this beautiful scenery?
Wealth, poverty and longevity are naturally different, and each has its own talent.
There is no difference between natural life and life in a glass, and nothing in the world is conclusive.
When I was drunk, I lost my mind and plunged into my pillow.
I don't know myself, where can I find this kind of happiness?
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In Chang 'an in March, the spring is beautiful and the spring flowers are like brocade.
Who can be as lonely as me in spring and only know how to drink here?
Rich and poor and longevity are inherently different, and each has its own strengths.
There is naturally no difference between life and death in the glass, and everything in the world is inconclusive at all.
Lost the world after drunkenness, plunged into the solitary pillow.
I didn't know I had myself when I was intoxicated. Where can I find this kind of happiness?