Remember the Wine Seller

Ten miles away, there are green mountains, and the road is flat and sandy. Several birds chirp and complain about the years, and it is a desolate time at the end of the world. The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember that person who sold wine in the old days? Only after six reincarnations can we break away from the worldly dust, but we are misled by our past lives, and we don't listen to dissuasion just to accompany him in the new life. The Chen family in Yangzhou had a daughter who was very talented, good at poetry and prose, and good at debating good news. He is originally a boudoir person, but he also has the heart to help the world. The temple is so high that the six sons will seize the throne. I saw him, dressed in red and riding a white horse with a silver spear, riding on the spring breeze. Across the world, there are many students. I saw him, wearing a blue shirt and a brocade crown, holding a book of poems and looking directly at Ling Yan. There is sweetness and sharpness, both sides can be protected, and the personality will not collapse.