Wu Qiu and Hu Er change wine, and all generations will be sad! .
Pure wine for a golden cup, 10 thousand copper for a pot of Pearl Krabs money. I left my rice stick and cup. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger and peeped around, but there was no result
Life geometry when drinking is a song.
I, the host, have got off the horse, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our glasses, hoping to drink-but, alas, no music is too drunk to join when the river mysteriously widens towards the full moon.
The moon is high and the rest is high, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.