Su Shi
There is no dust on a clear night, and the moonlight is like silver.
Be sure to pour the wine for ten minutes.
This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money.
A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream.
Although you hold an article, who will kiss you?
And Tao Tao, happy innocence.
When will you go home? Be an idle person.
Yes, a piano, a pot of wine and a cloud.
Xiangzi
Su Shi
There was a cold wind last night. Enter the phoenix tree first.
There is nowhere to be muddy, to avoid decline.
Ask the public what it is, the book is empty.
But once drunk, once sick, once careless.
The court came, time flies, seemingly speechless, deliberately hurting farmers.
Everything will be paid.
Let the wine turn red.