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Poetry wine age

Study a pool of darkstory, spread a piece of paper on my mind, touch a soft feeling, and write the lightest and lightest text, writing my heaviest and strongest lovesickness. Borrow the pride of a plum, pick a blue and give a heart, collect a Lotus character, brew the most fragrant and mellow wine in a jar, and drink this water-like, flower-like time. Juke a cup of water and wind, bring a cup of wine, and lie drunk on the night of spring, river and moon; Pick up a piece of paper rhyme, pillow curtain, listen to birdsong at leisure; Warm a pot of poetry wine, cook for a period of time, jing Yun Shui Zen mind. He had a good fortune and found Glade. He walked hand in hand to the end of the world. He asked willows and flowers with low eyebrows and said a shy answer. Nanshan xichao, Qin Song wine Fu, heart-to-heart not to hear, built a Flowing Water family together, and lived in the same spring, autumn, winter and summer. Sometimes there is leisure, accompanied by a good wife, back to back quietly on the balcony, idle watching the sunset clouds, light in their teens; Living in a cold house, sitting on the ground, facing each other as a guest, drinking tea, writing poems and painting. Cross-cupped knot, drunk all over the world. Let’s invite the moon to talk about Mulberry and hemp, and make peace to wash sand from the waves. Flow winding and wineglass drifting Fu Feng Ya, let’s sing a low song and play an ancient pipa. Even if the song ends and people go to the tea, don’t lose this period of time. Holding the bamboo horse, the world is home. On Plum, I looked forward to the branches. When I was in the mirror, my eyebrows were drunk and the clouds were flowing. I slept with my dream by the window, and I stayed at the same place as a snow, Moon, wind, and flower. I got a pot of poetry and wine. Even if the belt is getting wider and the lovesickness is thin, I will not regret this journey. Cut the dust, tie a care, touch a light ink cinnabar, and draw a love Crescent. In the next year, when the flowers bloom simultaneously, I will find a Flowing Water family and live in the black tile of bamboo fence. I will spend every level of life with you regardless of the ups and downs of spring, autumn, winter and summer. Plant YILI red beans, open a wonderful flower, dream of autumn and spring, and make a tree of love. When he has white hair, warm a pot of poetry wine and Zen tea, drunk to watch ink blue and white flowers, and enjoy the sunset and smoke. No matter morning or evening, I am willing to take care of every moment of the past year with you. Life and death are a big difference. Poetry and wine take advantage of their time, and they will not care about him. Smell plum, ride a bamboo horse, two small hearts, brew Du Kang with the same heart; Raise eyebrows, respect as a guest, flow winding and wineglass drifting, you come and go; Drink flat, smell the fragrance of poetry, and then a paragraph, sing low; Glass, A thousand cups are full, and it is not bad to be drunk. This Night’s Dream, the Ming Dynasty woke up, the husband sang with the woman, and all the honor and disgrace were forgotten; They were exposed to each other, the white head was old, and they held hands and stumbled, and they did not regret on the spot. Counting the Years in detail, the years are falling day and night, and the three thousand are prosperous, only between the fingers and the smiles; Wushan is scattered, tender and loving, full of red dust, but Yi Ren’s eyebrows are wide. If there is an afterlife, I am still willing to be stained with dust, eyebrow painting lovesickness, for you to wait for another season to bloom in spring; If I love again, I am still willing to hold my heart and warm the world, warm another pot of poetry wine for you.

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