Wine is just water, money is just paper!
Say this, hear about you from afar. I could only laugh and say nothing, silently raising a glass, and the glass of wine was not spoken.
Silently, listen to a few friends, the sky is in the sky, the sea is wide and the sky is wide.
Next to me, I remembered that friends don't cry.
The familiar prelude, as if, nostalgic years, those who dare not forget the leisure.
Good songs, buddies, good years.
Red dust, flying snow, good times like dreams!
The broken bridge is drifting snow, the desert is remnants of the sun, and the cold moon in his hometown.
The first dream is like the beginning, the old dream is like the old, and the cold winter listens to the cold.
Looking forward to the first melting of spring snow, and waiting for the blossom season.
This year's cold winter body is even colder, and the deep haze of the snow moon hides yesterday's dreams.
The Ming Dynasty warmed the sun and the cold body, and the spring breeze reflected Xu reunion.
