Water Dragon Yin. Ye Fanxu
Whales leap by the waves, Kun and Peng ride on the backs of geniuses. When a young man succeeds in his ambition, he dances gracefully and takes on responsibility confidently. The leaves are curling up, the leaves are soaked in frost, and the leaves are sprinkled. He raised his glass to the moon and gave advice, facing the three people, but he called himself the wine master. The sound of the chime and the rain of beads from Zheng and Wei represent the fate of the past and the present. The road ends, life and death are separated, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Qiong leaves are blooming, frost leaves are miserable, and leaves are wrong. When the mountain flowers bloom and grow in secluded places, the south of the Yangtze River will become green again.
Wait until the residual turbidity enters the intestines, and I have been debauched for half of my life, and half of my life is desolate.
Intention: Buying sweet-scented osmanthus and carrying wine together is not the same as traveling as a teenager.