"Dong Xian Song·Drinking Hate"
The first rank is a loss. Looking back at Yixia Pond, it is raining heavily. Farewell to you on the ancient Fenyue Road. Needless to say, it is difficult to reveal things in the world. Sincerely, a thousand words can support the ruler. Jiang Tianchu. I have been drunk in the east wind for three years, searching for the traces of sadness.
Go north. Hidden in the heart of the building, looking at the time, year after year, remembering the style of Xiaoxuan, it turned into a few words. Standing still with the sky in the sky. Looking for a glimpse of the floating light on Qingzhong Road. Clusters of kites. I asked you, sir, when you can lean on the railing and enjoy the evening together. The grass is warm and fragrant. But already separated by deep fog. If I return to my dream on the west platform, I will drink wine all day and night.
Live a prosperous life and be chic, but you can never escape the struggle of loneliness...