Two glasses of wine, and after the triumph, I'll give you a baqiao willow. The moon moves, the shadows look forward, and the purple world is heard. Silent sobs and tears flow sadly, and tempering is a soft finger.
Three glasses of wine, don't worry about it, sing a slap in the face. After that, my face became thinner and thinner and I dreamed that my eyebrows were wrinkled several times. It's hard to have half a sentence, so why worry about the long road?
Four glasses of wine, laurel slope, glass is hard to stay. Qianshan travels all over the world, not for utilitarian purposes. Invite the moon to touch the piano and dance the stars, and a song blows all over the sky.
Five glasses of wine, a string singing, thinking about the stormy platform building all night. Looking back at that string with a simple hand, I feel a little bright and a little sad. Back in Xi, tears are always flowing, and I am full of worries when I wake up.
Six glasses of wine, sad as leeks, a long dream. In the dead of night, a clear tear and a bottle of wine. Drunk and lying under the moon to see the morning glory, the weaver girl shed tears and turned into stars.
Seven glasses of wine, a carefree youth journey, the west wind mouth of Yangguan ancient road. Swallows with mud crow, jade corridors are empty, and the wind blows willows. There is no end to worrying about water, and I suddenly smell the song of triumph in my dream.
Eight glasses of wine, difficult to rhyme, golden seal like a dream. Xiao Feng, Leng Yue, suddenly red, string sound broke the old days. After years of knocking at the door, a wisp of acacia stood in a daze.
Nine glasses, Chongyang climbing the stairs, Bao Zheng string roaring in the wind. Shao Hua is drunk and full of stars. Canglang has a deep feeling of boating. I advise you to drink this wine.
Ten glasses of wine, the wind sings the clouds out of the hole, and you are very happy and go forward. Red beans are picked up alone in the path, and the clouds in the mountains are low. Years * * * full of thoughts, crazy pen full of literary talent.
A hundred glasses of wine, no matter what night, will always be together. How many affectionate pipa playing, short songs are hard to stay. Sleepless lights illuminate sentences, and books are overflowing.
Thousands of glasses of wine, the clouds cleared, I sat up and left a song. The west wind and rain landed again this morning, and the east water flowed in xiaoxiang. Give you thousands of glasses of wine and travel anywhere in the world.