Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
Luowei cries in autumn, Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The lonely lamp is full of thoughts and sorrow, and rolls up the curtains to look at the moonlit sky and sighs. Beauty is like a flower in the clouds,
There is the high sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
It's hard for the soul to fly far away, and it's hard for the dream soul to not reach Guanshan.
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
——"Sauvignon Blanc" Li Bai
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