The poet is drunk, using a boat on the river as his bed, pillowing on the bright moon, listening to the gurgling water; the swordsman being drunk, leaning on the Qionghua Tower, soaking in the stars and moon for a long time, while the willows on the street are green. A beggar walking on the road, using the sky as a roof and the earth as a hut, with half a brick as a pillow under his head; an otherworldly female fairy, perched deep in the lotus root flowers, breathing the misty fragrance of the flowers and dreaming.
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