The pear blossoms rotted by the wind and moon turned into the residue of wine and dregs, and the crows killed all the crows in the three thousand worlds in vain. A gourdful of drink brews strong and weak water for three thousand miles. In white clothes, one person can brush away the pear blossoms. "They said someone dreamed of me when I was drunk."
Concept: Jianjia is green and white dew is frost. The romantic feelings of the pre-Qin Dynasty finally turned into a poem that has been passed down for thousands of years. Do you often imagine that you are also waiting by the vast water, holding in your hand the white Mao Tong tube that is too late to give away? It doesn't matter, time travel is everywhere. Would you like to be the sweetheart on the water side? Now that I have met a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? A gentle word amidst the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs fulfills the implicit longing for your lover for thousands of years. Now sew this sentence into the hem, you are willing to imitate the woman from thousands of years ago and declare that deep belief in your mouth. When Qilin first appeared, it was recorded in the Spring and Autumn Annals and the Book of Songs. From then on, it fell from imagination and became more vivid and full, and many legends were attached to it by later generations. So I salvaged this image from time, and the beautiful pen paved the way for all nations. With such a divine pet, you will not be confused with peaches and plums. If there is no light in the dark night, I will go looking for fragrance. Compared with the Central Plains, the Miao Village thousands of years ago had a completely different scenery. Because we are closer to heaven and earth, closer to nature, our feelings towards all things are more direct and vivid. Pick a few flowers, embroider them on your sleeves, lower your head and smell them, as if they are still the fragrance of that time and place. "It is inherited from the Zhou and Han Dynasties, and it is inherited from the Tang and Song Dynasties." In the hundred-year-old palace, only the sound of drums and the beat of drums are left, and the imperial city seems to have fallen into a deep sleep. Under the cover of the book, I still remember the prosperous times when all the nations came to court. Only the romantic past has attracted future generations to pay tribute. I cherished the luminous wine and said goodbye. Only the third watch of the night came and the sand and snow held the lingering autumn. Until the mountains are covered with flowers and the king's flags and smoke cookers are in full bloom, there will be no return until all the nations come to court. To be alone and widowed is to be supreme.