Indulge in a fourth grade sentence is as follows:
Everyone should always be intoxicated, intoxicated in wine, intoxicated in poetry, intoxicated in virtue. No matter what you are addicted to, just be addicted to it. Be intoxicated forever, everything else is just a cloud. If you don’t want to feel the terrible pressure of time, then just stay drunk. Drunk on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, whatever. But you must be intoxicated. Drunk, I don’t know where my love is. Putting aside oneself and living for others is a joke in the end.
It feels so good to be immersed in the joyful atmosphere and feel the joyful sound of firecrackers scattered around. There is no noise, no screaming, no worries, and I can't help but enjoy the gentle breeze. I drank too much last night. I was so intoxicated that I didn't know my way back. I rushed on the road in a daze and strayed into the depths of the woods. I vomited and vomited, which scared countless mandarin ducks.
In the midst of despicability, several people are intoxicated. Intoxicated in intoxication, I don’t know how to intoxicate. I am also intoxicated. Intoxicated in the boundless black hole. Intoxicated in the cheers of ignorance. No gust of wind can blow away this devilish shroud. No gust of wind can give me sporadic oxygen. The girl has overturned the sour altar of time. We are all jealous children. If the wine is too strong, it is easy for people to become intoxicated. Memories begin to become lazy.
To be honest, I don’t like to celebrate any festival, because it is like a huge invisible box, trying to trap everyone in it, get excited and clamor together, and make the crowd collectively lose their minds and surrender. At the foot of the trend, this succeeded, and people forgot about themselves and indulged in it. As time irresistibly ended, only the growing loneliness after the carnival was left.