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Click the blue word on it and subscribe for free! There is a pot of wine in the flower room.

I drink alone without blind date.

I raise my glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three.

Since the moon doesn’t know how to drink, the shadow follows me.

I accompany the moon to shadow temporarily.

I have to have fun and spring.

I wander in song and dance in disorder.

When you wake up, make love with each other.

When you’re drunk, you’ll be scattered.

You’ll never have a heartless trip.

You’ll be like a Miao Yunhan.

What do you smell at dusk? Cuckoos cry and apes wail.

Spring river flower Dynasty autumn moon night, often take wine also alone.

Is there no folk song and village flute? Nausea and dumb mockery are hard to hear.

Cuckoos cry and apes wail.

Spring river flower Dynasty autumn moon night, often take wine also alone.

Is there no folk song and village flute? Nausea and dumb mockery are hard to hear.

It’s never too late today.

I’m in the middle of the boat.

When will I have to sail with the prince today.

Shame is better than reproach.

I was so upset that I learned about the prince.

Autumn to empty boudoir, night Wutong leaves.

Who would have thought that if one heart could not be united, one would fall in love.

Twelve jade rings dry, and the wind light goes out.

A few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crowing the moon.

Falling leaves and fragrant bricks.

The night is silent and the cold sound is broken.

The Pearl curtain rolls the jade building empty, the sky is light, and the Milky Way hangs to the ground.

Every year tonight, the moon is like practice, and the length is thousands of miles.

Sorrow is broken, and there is no way to get drunk.

Before the wine arrives, it first becomes tears.

When the lamp goes out and the pillow is on, you know the taste of solitary sleep.

All come to this matter, eyebrow heart, no plan to avoid.

Xunyang River sees off guests at night, with maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

The master dismounted and the guest was in the boat.

He raised his wine and wanted to drink without strings.

If you are drunk, you will be miserable.

When you leave, the vast river is soaked in the moon.

Suddenly I heard the sound of Pipa on the water, and the master forgot to return to the guest.

Who is the bomber? The sound of Pipa stops, and it is too late to speak.

When the ship moves close, we invite each other to meet, add wine, return to the lamp and reopen the banquet.

After a long cry, he came out and half covered his face with a lute.

The rotating shaft plucks the string three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

Strings and strings hide the sound of thinking, as if they were unsuccessful in their life.

The letter with a low eyebrow continued to play, saying everything in my heart.

Gently close, slowly twist, wipe and pick again.

It was the sixth day after the neon dress at the beginning.

The big strings are noisy like rain, and the small strings are whispering.

The noise cuts the wrong bullets, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

When the warbler whispers, the flower bottom is slippery, and it is difficult to swallow the spring under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the string is frozen and blocked, and the sound is gradually stopped.

Don’t have quiet sorrow and dark hatred.

Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle burst and the water burst, and the iron horse protruded and the knife and gun rang.

At the end of the song, be careful to draw, and the sound of the four strings is like splitting silk.

The east boat and the West boat are silent, but the autumn moon in the middle of the river is white.

Meditate, put the dial and insert the string, and straighten the clothes..