It was a great pleasure to open the pit~~~~
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It's up to heaven, Emperor Zhao said.
When I was drunk with dragon paste wine, I gave it to the ministers to taste the luminous cup of grape wine. Remember to add cinnamon to the golden cauldron when cooking sheep.
The lanterns, flowers and tears at the Orchid Restaurant sold out the charm of the whole night with gold, the mist and rain gently scratched the back of the beauty, and the silk, bamboo and robes danced in the air, and Yu Xuanji did not hesitate to perform a dance for the government.
Chang'an willow catkins are flying, harps are ringing, passers-by are drunk, and people on the upper reaches of Huafang Lake are drinking a glass to repay a glass.
The water embroidery is neat and beautiful, the gold method is flat, the landscape is painted, the poet's pen is flying, and the rouge sweeps the eyebrows.
Fireworks follow the flowing water, the night is cold, and those who are cold are drunk. At the lantern festival today, fans who carry painted lanterns will guess a pair.
Yangxian tea floats on the water, the pipa plays, the jade flute plays, the Ding sacrifices and the Yi dance are prepared, and the bronze mirror clouds and temples are beautiful.
The jewels between the ankles are like emeralds, painted by Feitian.
The flowers in the courtyard are still covered with dew.
In the inn, the general has returned from the battle, and the war horses have not yet fallen asleep. The beautiful lady is looking forward to the moon's return. Inside the gate of the city in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the wise are crazy, the idiots are sad, and the fool has a pot of wine, and Yiliu has fallen asleep long ago.
General Pei Min danced with his sword and struck a rainbow in the hall, moving the sky and the earth. His magnificent scroll was filled with ink and the Chang'an song pointed at Zhang Xu with a single stroke of wild cursive.
Later, the ancients said:
Last night's stars and last night's wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
The tiles are like flying, falling glass, blowing in the wind, sails are raised in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a poem can make a drunken person, the emperor's beam is coiled on the dragon's back, with silver scales on it, and the momentum is brilliant.
The silver moon dances in the sky, leaving the west wing empty and I will not return.
——The gorgeous lyrics of "The Night Sing of the Tang Dynasty", OTL~~~~