Demonic Energy Soaring to the Sky

I think about the passing of years at night, and I feel silent and sad. I took the jade pot and did whatever I wanted, but I still have great ambitions and it's hard to satisfy myself. The sound of falling rain whispers in the wind, and gradually the fragrance of flowers and Wuhe wine When we reached the mountain, the moon was bright and pale, and the wine in the pot was exhausted. I want to drink the clear water in the lake, but I hear laughter in the mountains. Holding up the stone on his robe and walking along the path, he broke off its peach branches to express his passion. When you come to the pavilion, it is quiet and empty, and you can see the elegant piano table and pot The fragrant wine makes my soul drunk and crazy. I feel ashamed when I want to drink this wine. Untying this belt at the desk should not be a loss to the owner of this place. Then he drank the fine wine and left. Green and white colors appeared one after another in the pavilion. Walking back home with drunken eyes, sighing for the last 100 years The drizzle is continuous and the breeze is blowing. I pour the pot without fear of the cold here. When we go to a busy city, we drink and beg, and we smile broadly, not being a fellow traveler. He praises his Taibai wine as a celestial being and calls him a crazy Chinese man. The stars and the moon are already covered by fog, and it will take a few days for the wind and rain to subside. The soul returns to heaven and earth and the body is buried in the earth. What if I have been drunk and dreaming for thousands of years? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.