Fahua sat in Banyuanxi, feeling that Wu Mi was burning lanterns in Dangtu in the Song Dynasty, and saw Hongdu rotten all over the city. The purple stranger suspects spring scenery, and the bright moon shines on a clear night. It is clear that the old man can know the prosperity for several years. He was only surprised at himself and planned to smile before he died. I am in a bad mood. Sauvignon Blanc, if you ask Sauvignon Blanc, is it too late?
Unless you want to see it. Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, who wants to be like a shallow lover who doesn't know, raise a glass to look at the moon, hold an empty cup, look at the moon, be silent, shed tears, fill up the wine, and drink alone when drunk, carefree, full moon makes people happy, bright moon makes people beautiful and delicate.
Without the moon, I shouldn't worry about my heart. The night is hopeless, and the hope is hopeless. Who will help? This is a slight breeze. Don't screw it up. Why am I awake? Don't cry when the rain is soft, I get drunk when I cry! Homesick full moon, Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night drunk!