Text /Xi Yuan
Worry and anxiety
Infinite worry
But nothing happened.
Just caught in the rain? autumn
The blurred rain and fog wet my heart.
There happened to be a bottle of sake on the table.
Who said, "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even sadder to raise a glass to dispel our worries."
I want to get drunk in there.
Just to douse the sadness of missing.
Just for the phrase "the wine is dry and the Kun is big, and the sun and the moon grow in the pot." "
I'll try,
Did getting drunk really solve a thousand troubles? ...
"Poetry Wine" I have a dream of poetry wine, going to the distant Tianchang Road and wandering in the distance. In this life, the word "love" means reading the word "cooking" and experiencing the hardships of life, the dream will eventually come true.
Dongfeng xuri
-Red.
Past
A pot of cloudy wine.
Tianya yujun
At that time, at this moment
Enjoy in the mountains
The first touch of morning glow
Cool wind
A misty mountain
The most beautiful sunrise
"Wounded Spring" Text/Light Yu Hongfei Yue Ming returned to his heart, mountains and rivers went, relying on heaven to hold a sword. The road is a wheat field, and the lotus hoes the ridge. When you are free, put the wine into the sunset. I can smell shy soft words in the place where the bridge is flowing. Peach Blossom Anger: It blooms all year round ... sighing violently. After years of hard work, the sun and the moon are no longer green and colorful.
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Text/Fang Guangcun
Half-life wandering failed! The shabby room roared in Pudong.
Be ambitious, laugh, laugh, and throw a small glass of wine.
Get drunk and talk! Only with this word can we see success.
But looking back a hundred years, I don't feel sad and then laugh.
When will the sorrow of "Drunk" Wen/Wen Ding stop? Only send wine to solve thousands of worries, only pay poetic dreams; Stick to your words and spend the Spring and Autumn together. Dragons fly in the air, thin horses walk happily, times are difficult, and bosom friends are drunk.
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Text/Haiyan
Wine is fire.
Just a little.
Take a bite with your heart
It burned.
So vigorous.
Put your eyes, my eyes.
Burn to ashes
If there is love in the sky, your heart passed me in thousands of words, like tears falling from the clouds, explained by pen and ink. The true meaning of love shocked the butterfly and awakened Huaxi ... Can I live in this palace with still water and deep flow, gently moisten my pen, rise from the cloister, and the lotus flowers are born step by step, and every word is soaked with fragrance ... I can enjoy the days of the east wind.