I drifted to Jingque, Huang Yun, hung up my seat and entered Bolian Mountain. Travel far and wide, visit ancient Taiwan.

The stage is full of concern for the guests, so it is a song of wine to Liangyuan. But I remember Ruan Gongyong of Pengchi, because I sang the water and set off waves.

Hongbo is fascinated by his old country, and the road is far west to Ann. When it comes to destiny, don't worry about it, drink wine and climb the stairs.

The flat-headed slave shakes the fan, and it is not hot in May. Myrica rubra in Pan Yu is for you. The house is like a flower and snow.

Drinking with salt, not learning to be noble. In the past, people believed in Ling Jun, but today people cultivate the Mausoleum.

The barren city shines on the blue mountains and the moon, and the ancient trees are all in the clouds. Since Liang Wang Palace Que is safe, Ma Mei will not treat each other first.

Dancing shadows and songs are scattered in the green pool, and the empty water flows eastward to the sea. Thinking about this matter, tears filled my skirt, and gold was drunk.

Even calling five white lines and six blogs, Cao is gambling on wine.

Song and rumor, meaning far away. It is not too late to make a comeback and help the poor.