Dickinson: a legendary American poet.
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Taste tiancheng wine
Taste natural wine,
The bottle is full of drinks,
There are thousands of good liquids in the world.
Why is this delicious!
The smell intoxicated me,
Crystal clear, sweet and pure honey,
Faint in the long summer,
Vast territory and abundant resources.
The shop drove away the drunken bees,
Swaying away,
Butterflies don't return until they are drunk.
I can't stop.
Huge impact angel,
The fairy peeped through the window,
Look at this little drunk,
Rest in the hot sun.
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Imirie Dickinson
I tasted a wine that had never been brewed before.
In the goblet dug out of the bottle
Not all ships in the upper Rhine River
Produce such alcohol!
Drunk in the air-am I-
Dew-exposed slut
Reeling silk-through endless summer days-
From the melting blue hotel-
When the "landlord" turns drunkards into
Walk out of the door of foxglove-
When butterfly files ── give up their "drams"
I will only drink more!
Until Seraphim waved their snow caps.
And saints-windows running-
To see the little drunkard
Learn from the sun