I smoke on the balcony.
I smoked half, and the wind smoked half.
I don't care about the wind, maybe the wind also has troubles.
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It's Xu Lai, and the breeze blows through my hair.
Like intoxicating wine,
It feels like a dream. It seems that the wind stole my dream.
Ancient prose:
Swallow the clouds by leaning on the fence
Half in the breeze, half in the throat.
The breeze also makes people sad.
Antique: The wind is like a thief, stealing my dream.
I'm drunk. I don't know whether it's the wind or I'm drunk.
Ancient poems:
Sleepless in the middle of the night, leaning against the fence, slowly smoking, slowly spitting out my heart.
The late frost takes away half a wisp of smoke, and the breeze also dyes the world's worries.
Imitation of ancient poetry: how much time has passed.
Come and go in the wind and rain,
The wind stole my dream.