My little father saw the jade flute in front of him. The silver lantern is too enchanting. Who can hate being drunk during a song? The wine is still lingering when you return after singing.
Spring is quiet and the night is far away. The blue sky and the Chu Palace are far away. Menghun is so used to being uninspected that he steps on poplar flowers and crosses the Xie Bridge.
"Did I see you in a dream?"
"That must have been a nightmare."
I also saw that the young man in those days did not wear any make-up or plain clothes.
"How are you doing?"
"Isn't it just Lang? Do you need help?"
The autumn wind blows off the lamp, but the color is still long.
Intention: Helping others is helping yourself.