Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Three orders, five applications, three words, three religions and nine streams make a tiger.
It takes more than one cold day for the river to freeze-it takes time for things to develop and take shape; Trouble is deep-rooted; Rome was not built in a day.
Take care of the shanzhai and avoid it.