Only you know the loneliness and anger of the guest. Don't blame Cao for leaving. Although serving the country is concerned about horse skin, I cherish my body and have never put up with the price of sheepskin.
Later, he called the eagle to hunt the new frost, and Long song played with the sword when it rained at night. Feeling sad but hurting ambition, pour a bottle of turbid wine to wash away the remaining sadness.
You are the only one who knows the loneliness and anger on the road, so don't leave with your resentment. Although the country wants to pack horse skin, it cherishes itself and is reluctant to spend money on sheepskin. Later, he called the eagle to hunt the new frost, and Long song played with the sword when it rained at night. Feeling sad hurts my ambition, but pouring a bottle of turbid wine washes my sadness.
Song Luyou's Night Hunting and Drinking to Show Loneliness (Part Two)
After the victory of World War I, hunting resumed in the suburbs of Shu in the clear autumn. A cunning hole washes the silver-headed stork, and the city is full of jade wrists.
The thief has declined, and the scholar's heart still exists. It's a great celebration. A bottle of * * * talks about peace policy, don't swim less to fly a kite.
When did World War I recover Guanzhong? The suburbs of Shu will also hunt in the clear autumn.
The silver-headed eagle that washed away the cunning cave is blind, heavy and strong in wrist. The influence of thieves and robbers has weakened, and we really need to celebrate. Our morale is low and we are worried privately. Let's talk about the policy of peace and honor together, and we don't want to swim less for the eagle.
Song Luyou's Night Hunting and Drinking to Show Loneliness (Part Two)
A white robe is like a treasure knife, and a silver saddle is more drunk. The grass-trapped horned eagle holds up the rabbit hole and sings with the wind, feathers and arrows.
Closing the river can make the north and the south, but heroes can't live or die. I want to flow a thousand words, vote for Wei que, and cry before the lamp.
I was dressed in a robe as white as snow, with my beloved treasure knife slung around my waist. I jumped on the silver saddle while I was drunk, and my body was light.
The horned eagle pounced on the grass tip and overturned the rabbit hole. With the help of the wind, flying feathers scream like kites.
How can mountains and rivers be divided into two? Heroes, who can live and die with me and serve the court?
I want tens of thousands of words to give advice to the court. The lamp shadow held the pen and said nothing, but tears poured out.