Huanxi Sand

The amber in Mo Xu cup melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse bell has responded to the late wind.

The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.

Bodhisattva Man

The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. I am in a good mood with my shirt on.

It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown?

Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.