The flowers are half-open, and the fragrance is hidden in the sleeves. Thousands of years of drunkenness lying on the Immortal Terrace, golden bottles and jade pots, jade heaven and fine wine. I just say that with the flick of a finger, who can recognize you tomorrow? Huang Liang wakes up from the dream, the fate of the mortal world is over, and he walks in the dim pavilion at night. The vast mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the sounds of nature and the music of the harp fade away. Drinking and singing, how is life? Put aside the frivolous youth, there will always be unpredictable events in the world!
Wrong writing. Leave a hole. To be filled in.