The moon is slanting, the poem is thin, the wind scatters the ink, and the fragrance comes.
I am like this lingering fragrance, drifting in the troubled times, but I can't see the way back.
When we first met, you were smiling at me under the spring red.
It's a pity that this infinite spring scenery is not as good as the mountains and rivers in front of you.
On the vast land, I drift along with the water, and there is no place for me in this world.
The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and the Cangshan Mountain shrouded in blue clouds is so arrogant that it attracts heroes to fight with each other.
Whose young man is he? He has a heroic appearance and wants to dominate the world.
The intermittent wind under the intermittent cold moon turned out to be the result of a drunken dream.
This melancholy, drunken and happy face is left alone, leaning against the lantern in the dusk.
Can we still hold hands with each other and enjoy our lives together?