Spring is like Chanyuan's half-old life, and it's even harder to catch up in the blink of an eye.
The bright moon has no intention of shining on me, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter but I have no intention of looking for it.
Half a lifetime of joys and sorrows, a glass of wine, and ten years of snow and clear snow.
Don't ask about life and death now, and reward your close friends with good wine.