The breeze is blowing, the drizzle is shaking, the sound is light, and there are few bosom friends.

The scholar shook his sword and roared, and there were few days and moons in the drunk,

Abandoning the world and being drunk, ruthless is the most free.

In the dream, I burst into tears, and the wind and rain drifted away and the prodigal son laughed.

Half a life of laughter, the desert light smoke is not over.

Who breaks the love survey, and the beauty snuggles up to the red tent.

Meditation is so wonderful, the jade girl has no intention of figuring out the flute.

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