There was a hint of drunkenness in her eyebrows, and she was drinking heavily while holding the wine jar.
She said: "From now on, I will no longer be cared about by anyone."
She said: "Whose world he belongs to has nothing to do with me anymore."
She no longer waits, no longer searches.
"Smiling gracefully with sleeves rolled up in the long wind,
The angry horse wears fresh clothes and behaves arbitrarily,
Picking chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan and filling the eastern fence with fragrance,
Walk quickly in March to follow the Spring and Autumn Period,
The white frost is growing old in the white snow. "
She drank the old wine, her brows flying. Falling with a sonorous sound
"I hope the rest of my life will be clear and bright."