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If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, and don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon!

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time!

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink, don’t stop!

A song with Junge, please listen to me!

The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time!

All the sages in ancient times were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names!

In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.

Why does the master say Shaoqian? It's up to you to decide what to sell.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will exchange for fine wine, so that we can eliminate the eternal sorrow with you!

The candle dragon lives in a poor house, and the light is still open.

The sun and moon shine less than this, only the north wind roars up from the sky.

The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.

In December of Youzhou, when I miss my wife, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.

Leaning on the door and looking at the passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold.

When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him, leaving behind this gold hairpin with tiger patterns.

There is a pair of white-feathered arrows, and a spider spins a web of dust.

The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.

I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.

The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.