Poetry Is Useless? Hear Me Summon the Wine Immortal with Drunken Verse

“Surely the immortals got drunk and crushed the white clouds to pieces!” Before my eyes, a mayfly’s wings flutter; in my heart, a carefree song of the fields rings out. … “Why?” “Because I’m a mayfly! I’m sorry, I can’t stay with you…” “In my youth, spring filled my heart like strong wine. I rode horseback with flowers in my hair and drank a thousand cups. Hahaha, drink!” “Nothing in this world can be kept. Youth leaves the mirror, and flowers fall from the tree.” “The clouds long for her clothes, the flowers for her face; spring breezes brush the balustrade, and dew enriches the blossoms!” The young man’s bold abandon and tender melancholy in that moment, along with every exquisite verse he recited, were engraved in everyone’s hearts. “I drank at her wedding feast and didn’t pay. She was a good girl. She shouldn’t have died.” “Haha, Brother Xie, you really understand me!” “Actually, you should smile more often.” “All right!” … That is the world of the martial heroes! Drunk by the lake, Zhi Xu wakes groggily. “Drunk, I know not the sky above the water; a boatful of clear dreams weighs down the stars.” “Everyone is a piece on the board. You and I only want to escape it. But if someone tries to stop us, what should I do?” [New writer here. Please be kind＠_＠] [Entirely fictional setting, don’t overthink it] [Historical fantasy] [Lighthearted, slow burn] [Poetry] [The Way of the Word] [Seeking the Sword] [Feel free to leave comments and give me inspiration too, hehe. If you want to enter the book, let me know]