After being drunk for a while, the heart is fragrant with flower stamens growing everywhere, and the spring scenery is all over the mountain with snowy plum blossoms.
The cold branches are solitary and beautiful, floating on the muddy ground. Who can express my feelings to?
Drunk at the second hour, the willow shadows in the lake are broken by the wind, and the rotten trees, flower branches and jade dew hang down.
Covered with frost and rain, we have been apart for many years. Who can express my feelings to?
The three bells are drunk, the breeze is blameless, the flower branches are green, the autumn water ripples and the twilight is crimson.
The idle clouds passed by, lightly touching the moon. Who can express my feelings to?
Drunk at four o'clock, sailing in the spring breeze, putting away my pen and quietly watching the Lishui surroundings.
Half a row of red paper, whispering a farewell message. Who can express my feelings to?
After five minutes of drunkenness, I remained silent and asleep for the rest of my life, and my gibberish shocked the swallows who did not return.
Where is the beauty? Looking back, I stand in a daze. Who can express my feelings to?
Six bells drunken, the sound spreads thousands of miles longing for each other, the sound echoes through the mountains and the loneliness follows.
The gurgling stream touches the moon, and the flying flowers are still cold. Who can express my feelings to?
Seven o'clock intoxication, the flowers and willows in the spring garden are fragrant, and the lotus flowers are beautiful in the autumn marsh.
The blue sky is half a dream, and the small building is in Yilan. Who can express my feelings to?
Eight o'clock is drunk, the wind moves the bamboo shadows to deceive people, the snow reflects the plum blossoms and the rain flies.
Thousands of mountains are covered with black clouds, and the vastness is about to hide them. Who can express my feelings to?
I am drunk at nine o'clock, my eyes are filled with tears of joy, my eyebrows are full of sadness.
In the long and sorrowful night, one person has two shadows. Who can express my feelings to?
After ten minutes of drunkenness, I wake up haggard from a dream of flowers, and the fragrance of the pale moon fades away from my sorrow.
Drifting in the wind, the jade tower is empty. Who can express my feelings to?
After a hundred minutes of drunkenness, the plum blossoms and flowers are floating in the stream, waiting for the snow to melt and the curtains of grass and trees to melt.
The clouds and smoke are flying, and the lovesickness is lingering in my dreams. Who can express my feelings to?
Drunk for a thousand minutes, the incense burns in the jade pavilion, I am tired of leisure, my dreams damage the stone platform and my thoughts cuddle up.
The railings remain the same, and the shadow of He Xi remains.
Who can express my feelings to?