Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword,
Sadness has returned, although we drown them with wine.
If you find yourself insignificant in life
You might as well have long hair and set sail for fun tomorrow.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly back.
Where is the return trip? The pavilion is short.
Yan,
Qin E dreams of breaking Qin Louyue.
Qin Louyue,
The annual willow color,
Farewell to Baling.
Clear Autumn Festival in Leyuan Scenic Area,
Xianyang ancient road is absolutely silent.