Drunk Is the Most Romantic State

Ten miles away from the Qinhuai River, there are ten miles away from the building. Ten miles away, the Chu officials are resting at night. The spring breeze is warm, the osmanthus is gentle, and the green tomb is quiet. Jiankang's song is so sad that it reaches the sky, and the peach leaves and poplar flowers are on the small ferry. I don't envy Yaotai's Penglai guests, I'm half dreaming and half drunk in China.