If you want to try fireworks, how can you expect the vicissitudes of life? Ten thousand volumes of poetry and books are useless, and they are half-old and crazy. In those days, Ling was Lang.
I didn't know the taste when I was drunk. When I woke up, Xiao Fang hesitated and felt sad. One hundred kinds of lovesickness were heartbroken and hidden in wine. How many people's voices are expressed in this poem.