(One theme is the removal of wine)
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Return to the boat at the end of the night (a desire) and go astray into the depths of the lotus (a lotus). Fight for the ferry, fight for the ferry, and open a beach of gulls.
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(One topic is Spring Festival Evening)
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
trolley
Ode to White Chrysanthemum (titled "Lan Ju")
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rain, relentless wind and rain, rubbing (mixing) at night will damage the Joan muscle. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is clear and won't reduce the weight.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry. Lang (a bright) moon breeze, smoke and dark rain, heaven teaches gaunt (a thin) Fang Zi. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
It's sunny (early spring), and the shirt is in a good mood at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Lie in the water and burn it, and the fragrance will not disappear.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the horn reminds you of the leak, and Shu (a work) belongs to bullfighting. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk. Better late than late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold golden bun is loose. Wake up, time and space are red for candles.