The original text of the night banquet Qing Sheng Xuan drunken chanting to present Ni Mei window Wu Taoist hidden south

Mountains in front of the song feel the sound dry, long whistle straight into the blue clouds. The master of the plum window with a hundred pots, a night of conversation in the autumn rain cold. The red light spits out the jade bugs, the Taoist shouts and claps the bed roar. The couch is hidden in the South Wu Gengqi, to see the paper born snake walk. Stop the cup to support the eyes of the poem, and catch a stroke of half want to sleep. I have laughed and dipped the Kunlun into the sea, and have written tens of thousands of new words.

The master of the window of the plum with a hundred pots, a night of conversation in the fall rain cold.

The red lamps spit out the jade bugs, and the Taoists shouted and beat the bed.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The first thing you need to do is to stop the glass and look at the poem, and then you will be able to catch a piece of it.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new piece of paper. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. The river body is haunted by a bolt of vegetation, the mouth of the flood to turn a thousand cars. I would like to give up the city, long pole night fishing alone. Lazy thinking about the long abolition of poetry, dial unbearable wine. Strong face between water and stone, after the indiscriminate traces of guests and masters. I do not know the white waves, but blame the green hills go. I don't want to follow the dust of the car, I don't want to be afraid of the fight in the city.

The water is clear, the rain is rising, and the boat is at ease.

The river is haunted by a bolt of vegetation, and the mouth of the river is turned into a thousand cars.

I would like to give up the city, long pole night fishing alone.

I am too lazy to think about the long abandoned poem, and I can't drink the wine.

The strong face of the water and stone, after the abusive traces of the guests and masters.

I don't know that the white waves are turning over, but I blame the green hills.

The first thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling, and the second thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling, and the third thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling.

The Junction River is a long way from the sky, and the new words of the good generals are bright and snowy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. After all, there is no sound life chasing Keguo, there is still a good name with Wuxiang. The horse and the gold are all rejected, why should Sanming count Xilang!

Half of the wall of the southeast pillar stone, a number of state women recommended fragrance.

After all, there is no sound life chasing Keguo, still have a good name with Wuxiang.

All of the horses and inches of gold have been rejected, and there is no need to count the number of Western Liang in Sanming! The company's preservation of the country's history is a major factor in the development of the country's economy," he said. When Emperor Renzong asked for the secret of the golden elixir, he laughed and pointed to the slanting sun that disturbed the cicadas. --Song Dynasty - Bai Yuchan (Song Dynasty) "Praise to the Celestial Masters of All Ages - Twenty-fifth Generation Preserver Qianyao"

Praise to the Celestial Masters of All Ages - Twenty-fifth Generation Preserver Qianyao

The cave sky is covered with cold smoke.

When Emperor Renzong asked for the secret of the golden elixir, he laughed and pointed at the sun and the cicadas.

Injong himself asked about the golden elixir.