Drunk flower chanting
The waning moon is sprinkled with pure silver on its tips, and the porcelain cup of fine wine is scattered in the clouds.
The wind blows and the clouds are filled with sorrow like fog. How can I drink Dukang in my dreams?
One drink of it will make you feel like you are in the sky, the sweet-scented osmanthus honey is so bitter that it will break your heart.
Drink the tearless fairy pistil liquid again, the green plums are sour and astringent, which is better than the autumn frost.
The three drinks of Mochuan are unparalleled in the world, and the mist of white plum blossoms erodes the heartache.
After the bottle was broken and the wine was gone, I was still melancholy, sighing at the blue sky and weeping endlessly.
The dragon pavilion and the phoenix palace are locked in the vicissitudes of life, and the precious delicacies and jade are driving people to death.
Fill it with muddy wine and the fragrance will remain. How can we forget our ambitions in the sky?
The sword rises into the sky in the wind, and the passionate heart faces the delicate sun.
God's will destroys a person's reputation, and he is worthy of the sun and the moon.
The heart desires to fly high, even though its wings are broken, it turns into orchid grass and looks forward to the flying sky.
I don't admire the goshawk or the kite, I only watch the clear wisps flying in the air.
No matter how hard it is to fight to decide the world, the tears have dried up and left traces on the clothes.