A glass of new wine, late in the evening.

The distant mountains outside the building are heavy, and the geese break the sky.

And stationed at the head of the stream, the remnants of the flowers flow by water.

Listen to the falling leaves, the candle shadow is red and green, and the light is old.

--After pouring a glass of wine, far to the end of the sky.

Knowing that I am so sad, who will I walk with?

Cold moon and thousands of mountains, who looks back at the time, still remembers me, and re-scalded a new pot of wine?

-- What is sorrow?

What is worry? The old man is old-looking.

Being in the wind and rain on the building, Ande is old and white?

---- glass of wine in hand and head towards the end of the water.

May this cup enter the mouth, and the wandering will also enter the throat.

The glass of wine is still drunk, and it goes to the end of the clouds.

May the long companion, hook the moon and the new glory of the old.

--Drink yourself with a glass of wine, and then go to the end of the moon.

The lonely lamp provoked new dew, and the sleeves were soaked.

The glass of wine is falling, who is drunk with the bright moon?

Everything in life is in vain.

--Don't worry, become sad in the autumn.

And forget the worries, the sunset is the same as the warm wine.

As soon as you enter the red dust, how can you be lucky to cultivate the old white head?

--A glass of cold wine, glitzy in the mouth.

--In one go, it was written in a lifetime.