Mu Yunsheng, I offer you three glasses of wine;
The first cup, I hope you will be sick;
The second cup, may you be poor;
The third cup, I wish you the loss of your loved one.
She smiled and thanked him, then drank the three glasses of wine.
She responded:
I hope you are free from illness;
May you have a bright future;
I wish you luck in finding the one you love.
That person smashed the wine glass. He has no illness or disease and no one has you. He has a bright future to show to whom. The person he loves is not a good person.
The situation in the high hall is treacherous, and undercurrents are surging in the rivers and lakes.
Blood flows into a river, blood becomes ink
Mountains of bones are piled up, and white bones are used as pens
Finally, this beautiful country is painted!