Text/Bian Zhilin
Poor floating food,
Little midges fall under the lamp,
Not willing to be as light as water, but also drunk,
And leave behind the exposed green body.
How many ships are sent together,
The white sails fell to the wind and waves,
The heroes ask for the Golden Fleece,
It eventually became Helen's hair. Praise it.
A drunken fairy
Under the light, I have the land of dreams and death,
I also drew the circle of the Buddha's top!
After Xiao Meng, look at the net number of the window,
When I come to blow you out,
Like the wind sweeping the steps of falling red.