Poems/chaoge
Fortune teller·There is wine in the west of the city
The sparse rain washes the guests' robes, and the fingers play with the bronze flute. Listen to the wind and rain as you cross the Bian Bridge and crush a pond of floating algae.
Returning to the traces to find the meaning is quiet, and the floating life grows old according to the heart. Bao and Lanshan had already known that they would enjoy the flower carvings in the west of the city.
——Cat, year after year, I just want to get drunk with you.
——Yutang, life after life, I only want to be drunk with you.
[Note: The poem I wrote was written by my good friend Chao Ge for my article. She explained that using Huadiao here was really a last resort for the sake of rhyme. It's not easy to put the lyrics here for Nuerhong, so I used Huadiao to refer to wine.>
Intention:
Deep in the White Clouds and Your Return