Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the Painted Building, the east side of the Guitang Hall.
Without the wings of a colorful phoenix, the heart has a spiritual rhinoceros.
The wine was warmed by the hooks on the other side of the table, and the wax lamps were red.
Listening to the drums and listening to the officials, I went to Lantai, where the horses were turned around.
The idea is: I still remember that last night the stars filled the sky, the good wind blew, you and I met on the west side of the painting building, the east side of the Guitang.
Although we are not like the colorful phoenix with flying wings, but our hearts are as close as the rhinoceros.
We sat apart, played the game of hide and seek together, punished by drinking warm spring wine; belonging to two teams, under the red candlelight, guessing riddles and shooting.
But I hate that the morning drum sounded, so I had to go to the government in the dawning should be sent; riding to Lantai, traveling in a hurry, as if the fluctuation of the fluffy grass.