Poems describing good business and delicious food in museums.

Looking at the immortal residence in the mountains and rivers,

I can't help liking the smell outside.

Breathing dust makes people drunk,

Bailiting shop smells fragrant.

A gust of wind blew catkins, which made the shop more fragrant. A girl from Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it.

Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving.

Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?