{Copywriting·Spring Ending Day}
Flowers, jade and falling snow, who are you trying to deceive?
The lapel is dyed fragrant, the sleeves are exposed, the willow color is Yiyi, and the red catkins are messy.
The wind brings kites and whispers, who can be attracted into the drama?
The limit in the palm, the meaning on the paper, no words, no interest, no sunshine.
Maybe, for a thousand days, wine will beat the plantains, wet cloves, and withered orchids.
The parasol tree has fallen, and the phoenix has nowhere to live. It will be in high hall tonight and in prison tomorrow.
The gatherings and separations of sorrows and joys have been known for a long time.
Love is like a wick, gathering ashes and forming a brocade shade;
Like fragrant grass, it is full of stone stairs and old friends' clothes, and it cannot be brushed away.
Hate is like a chain that solves sorrows and resentments and solves mysteries;
Like the bright moon, it shines on the horizon and everywhere it follows people.
Perhaps, with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, wine spreads across the south of the Yangtze River, the north of the desert, and the capital.
The years are cold, spring has no beauty, and when you are drunk, you are crazy and lost in your dreams.
Gathering and dispersing sorrow and joy, knowing the end in advance.
In silence, I cut off the plain silk and made it into white clothes;
Be silent, and then devote yourself to creating a legend.
To be honest, it just doesn't make sense anymore.
In a moment, the world is light, but in a lifetime, the world will be rewarded.
Perhaps, as a promise, wine hurts people's feelings, makes people sad, and makes people remember.
If the deep alliance is lost, there will be no one to rely on. Changes in the situation and death will be a foregone conclusion.
The gathering and separation of sorrow and joy are actually the same.