One year the wind blows, and the next the snow falls.
A coat of frost and dust, a hairpin of plain bones.
The unbloomed lotus leaves are used as brushes, the uncooled light tea is used as ink, the unsmeared celadon is used as writing paper, and the unhidden thousand cliffs are used as paintings.
The wind and moon on the first floor are full of drinks, and the lakes and mountains ten miles away open your eyes to drunkenness.
Is there anyone who can embroider for you again?
Forget the dust.
Red gold thread.
The large peonies and large cloud patterns, every stitch and thread, are all about lovesickness. Every trace of it is a sigh.
Forget the dust. Don't forget the dust.
Should we forget about earthly thoughts, or should we not forget about earthly thoughts?
Many, many years later, someone asked you this. You were living in seclusion in Yangjia Town at that time. Your hair was as green as snow, but your features were still heroic. For a long time, he didn't get an answer.
The man named Wangchen had pupils as bright as ink, and his years were suddenly reflected in his eyes.
How long will it take to soak the past in wine and drink it all in one gulp? Get drunk, wake up, and remember nothing.
Under the third peach tree, I buried a jar of wine for you.
Rather, call it a light boat.
A small boat, dreaming of entering Furongpo, or——
Has the boat crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains?
But what does it mean?
After drinking obsession, never remember that you met me again.
It means that the years are not surprising, and the good times are beautiful.
It's been years since then.
You see many landscapes, but there is nothing that can fit into the picture.
I brewed many jars of wine, and there was no cup that was not bitter in the mouth.
Conception: