There is no dust on a clear night, and the moonlight is like silver. When you pour the wine, you must be full of ten points. This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money. The pony is sighing,
Fire in stone, dream in body.
Although you hold an article, who will kiss you? And Tao Tao, happy and naive, when will he go home and become a free man? For the piano,
A pot of wine, a cloud.