After drinking in Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk and came back as if it was midnight. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
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