Topaz has had a good time these days, but Topaz knows that the mountain rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings, and the twelve serial docks have not taken action, and they must be brewing a big move. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 I don't know what the info is, but then we will only have to see the move.

Taking advantage of the leisure now, Topaz will drink more at noon without even concealing it. So there is often a hazy drunken state, and at this time, there is a master like a master. So he sighed at the greatness of the ancients, and the Tang dynasty Luo Yin once chanted in "Self-Dispatch": Singing is lost when you get it, and you are sad and hateful. There is wine today, drunk today, and sorrow tomorrow comes. The poet immortal Li Bai also sang in his famous work "Will Enter the Wine": You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, and it will flow to the sea and never return. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. A song with you, please listen to it for me: bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. The voice of the poet immortal lingered in front of Topaz for a long time. Immersed in the artistic conception of the saint, I can't extricate myself. Farther away, a white-haired old man stood by the river waving his long sleeves, and said on the river: "The deceased is like a husband! "In the blur, the clouds wake up from a deep sleep: sing to the sky: there is wine today and drunk today, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

There is an extra drunkard in the eight scenes of Luoyang, but who knows, this drunkard is the topaz who caused the headache of the famous Twelve Serial Docks.

Huts, shacks, a table, a cup, a pot. Pour yourself, drink yourself, drink yourself. Pride to ambition, grass reckless flying warbler. Drink a glass and salute it, pour a song and enjoy it.

The scholar has a love to dance the long sword, and the sword intent is endless; the general loves to paint Jiaolian, and the pen is biased. The red face is accompanied by the scholar Yi, and the beauty is drunk and lying on the side of the battlefield. Scholars give up fame and fortune for love, and build grass and thatched houses in lonely mountains. Wake up from a dream and return to the mountains and rivers, the scholar is not in Zen, the general is empty in the world, and it is difficult to accompany the beauties. It's all nightmares.

Throwing a cup on the ground is sarcastic, but it is wrong to make a mistake. You shouldn't have a fantasy talk, you have to drink tears alone. Suddenly, he laughed arrogantly, and raised his glass to the sky. Life in the world is like elixir, or light as flocculent, or as hot as fire. I want to get drunk once, but no one accompanies me! Why is life drunk without regrets, and the wine wants to see it through. However, the red dust is a lot of trouble, so I have to remember and travel alone!

Wine asks the sky, for whom the tears flow, for whom the heart is drunk. Draw the sword and dance, love for whom, love for whom. One dance moss looks at the red dust, the second dance is full of love, the third dance is sad and drunk, and the fourth dance loves the white head.

Looking at the past of Hongchen, only drunk today. Laughing proudly in life, joys and sorrows are the same. Who sheds tears for the red face, but is afraid of the same pillow and different dreams. Hazy hazy!

Beidou flies south and flows backwards, who is stupid, who is worried. Flowers bloom and compete for the fragrance show, drunk for whom, tired for whom. Laughing and talking about getting drunk today, where to find the peach source.

Who understands my love for quiet, Taoyuan life is worth chasing. However, when the flowers fall, the rain falls, for whom is freedom sacrificed?

There is wine today and drunk today, laughing and sighing yesterday's joy, today's sadness!