How drunk is Wan Mei?
Young and frivolous, fearless
Draw a flying eagle on the clothes paper.
Who knows that the dust is yellow just because of tears?
How many times does the cold wind blow thousands of miles from the Yangtze River?
The years are cruel and haggard
Hiding in a pipe and dreaming
I can't move the thunder and lift the quilt.
luff
The vicissitudes of life have been honed.
Phantom refraction
Color bubbles burst between fingers.
Autumn withered the roses in Saibei.
Who rules the seasons with a sigh?
Outside the window, the first month and the second month of the pine and cypress building
I just want nirvana to be charming.
The roses flying from south to north have withered.
Is there any great power in fiddling with heaven and earth?
In the twelfth lunar month, Ao is in the summer night of lotus and wheatgrass.
Waiting for the breath of spring.