Drunk and Listening to the Sounds of the Rivers and Lakes

Me@Huanxisha Writing and thinking are like fire and pen and knife, Dare to mock a hero with a yellow mouth, How many flowers will fall when you are drunk? Sit and count the mountain flowers and watch the small clouds, I only laugh at false names in my life, Relying on a horse and stepping on the fragrant bridge in the slanting light. A man's mood notes... A passing moment in the world of mortals...