Clear rain

The moon is full, and the sound of Xiao Xiao is swaying.

I thought about the age of my pursuit of the wind.

Two or three people know how to pay for it

Difficult to be on the road

Drinking the residual flowers, aging, urging old people

I am most afraid of dreams.

When the young madness is young, the rivers and lakes are drifting in the wind.

Full of alleys, red sleeves, beautiful wine lovers, laughing

Red dust is my happy, but now people are ethereal

I said that I woke up and dreamed of nothing.

Huimanxilou Maple Leaf

Jiang Zhou rained a few times

The mountains and the lights are a dream

In the dream, the past and the past reunion

How much loneliness is under the lamp?

The pen depicts the ink into the late autumn

It’s another night, I used the embers to change the jug

Drunken flowers, how many red dusts are seen

Rich and rich, talk and laugh, take the wine to this good