What do you mean, you can't beat crazy and beautiful people who drift together?

Wishful thinking and beautiful people crossed the lake, but after all, they still can't reach old age. The poem comes from Chen Qiang's poem The Return of the Prodigal Son. The whole poem is: I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it. I am a teenager. Crazy beauty drifts, but the enemy can't. Just soak in the spring breeze, travel together, only sigh, what is done is done. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Osmanthus fragrans can accompany a youth brigade. If you need anything, bring wine. Buying flowers and bringing wine is young, unlike old love. Down and out like death row, singing endlessly, feeling lonely and worried. Xi Xi ha ha, the sunset has not ended, chao yang shan. Don't sigh that the years are negative for yourself and have been wasted. Leave sorrow and taste half a glass of light. How can people suppress wine when it enters their stomachs? Travel all over the world, it's hard to get close, who cares. Bought osmanthus wine, but traveled alone.