The beautiful scenery of the good day, the guests gather, the staggered planning, the host and the guest are happy. At first, drink a glass of sake to dispel two sorrows.

Gradually, flowers bloom in the fog, and the moon appears in the water. Looking up, Taibai asked the wine to the sky; Looking down and thinking, Ah Pu sang to the moon. Recalling the past, the scholar wore a sword, made a three-foot fame, and made a big spring and autumn. The jade flute and flute, the light song and dance, countless romances, and endless princes.

The drunkenness, the surging of alcohol, pushed me back to the front wheel. Take a look at the Qin Emperor, sweep the Liuhe, and set the eight directions. Take a look at the Han Wu, chase the Huns, and settle the world. The cold light of the Mo knife shone in front of him, and the shocking iron horse roared past. The luxurious and magnificent Afang Palace is within reach, and the majestic and steep Great Wall is at your feet.

As soon as I turned my head, the scarf was blowing on my face, and the flowers were colorful. The Xi Shi of the sinking fish, the Zhaojun of the falling geese, the sable cicada of the closed moon, and the jade ring of the shy flower are sideways. Gongsun's sword dance is in front, moving like thunder, as bright as the sun and the moon; After the jade man's evening flute was placed, Feng Ming groaned softly, spreading all over the nine heavens. Raise your hand to dance and dance, and stop Wen Ji dulcimer. Prosperous, Chang'e added wine, and the Jade Emperor traveled together. Stepping on the clouds and rising with the wind, one step up to nine days.

Drunk in a dream, I don't know where to go. Stepping forward, the Red Chamber appeared. Leaning on the railing slightly, looking at the Tianhe River in the distance. The stars shine brightly, and the stars and the moon shine. Suddenly, the building disappeared and the stars disappeared, Chang'e entered the moon, and the Jade Emperor returned to the sky.

When the wine woke up, the guests returned, and it was a mess.

Exactly, the residual wine is reminiscent of old friends, and I don't know when we will meet again.

I have to say that the red dust is 3,000 feet, and everywhere is my hometown.