Even if you want to drink it, you can’t drink it. "
I was surprised to hear the name of Tianjiu Blade, Luo Changfeng, and thought that this Confucian scholar was familiar with Tianjiu Blade. Moreover, it seems that the appellation is equal. This time, I have found the right direction by mistake. I can ask this person to introduce me when I visit the peak someday.
Luo Changfeng said, "If Li Xiong wants to ask Jian Luo, he should be ready."
Li Qinglian laughed and said, "Reading people don’t like swords and shadows, but love dancing and writing."
Luo Changfeng thought it was not good and said, "Why not write poems and paintings?"
"Painting is enough. Every bottle of wine wakes up for thousands of days. Every bottle of wine has a name carved on it. My brother Luo sings a poem about the wine. This poem is not arbitrary, but should be echoed by the famous wine drinkers." Li Qinglian said and picked a bottle of jade lamp before he left. "For example, this cup is called’ Li Bai’"
Li Qinglian drank it at will and counted it carefully. Zhan Yan closed his eyes and sang a poem saying, "A hundred poems of Li Bai’s fighting for wine sleep in Chang ‘an restaurant."
Luo Changfeng thought that Li Xiong’s move was illegal. He hurriedly explored the jade wall with his knowledge and then smiled to end up with a glass of wine. He also held his head high. "What a coincidence! This cup is called" I don’t ship every day "and claimed that I was a fairy in wine."
I think that in those days, Luo Changfeng was also a reader in the Bodhisattva Academy. Although he was not Li Xingyun and Junze Jade was well-read, he ate a few poems and songs. Even if he didn’t learn from the classics today, he didn’t learn how to fight for poetry thousands of years ago. Even if the opponent’s poetry was not defeated, right?
Luo Changfeng thinks so. He doesn’t know the truth. He claims that the minister is a fairy in wine and a poem by Li Qinglian. However, later generations of Li Qinglian have long been removed from the long river, and few poems have fallen into the classic.
However, it seems that Li Qinglian is interested in the speaker’s heart and the listener’s mind. It is quite interesting that some spears attack other shields, and the meaning is no less than asking for a sword.
He looked at Luo Changfeng with a slight smile and thought that this’ alien stranger’ was really different, but he needed to worry about this thousand bottles of fine wine.
Paiyi
Li Qinglian put away his fan-shaped fuels and held the ceremony "Please".
Luo Changfeng is full of poems of later generations, laying down his life to accompany "please"
This year is the 360th year of the Western Century.
In Yecheng, the man who is famous for his poems and swords, and who is the most proud of people, has a hundred poems a day.
I drank all the bottles and woke up for a thousand days, and then both of them got drunk. When I woke up, time had passed for three years.
And the silver-haired man who didn’t see the black clothes was fascinated by a dream, and when he woke up, he stepped into the ranks of saints and then asked Li Qinglian with a knife in one hand and a sword in the other …
No one knows the outcome of the first world war, but all those lucky enough to witness the 100 big dreams of fighting wine poems for 3 thousand days must be thrilling, just like studying those beautiful poems for future generations …
"Spend a pot of wine on a blind date"
"I advise you to do more with a glass of wine."
"When is the month? Ask the wine to the sky. "
"It was unusual at that time to pour tea fragrance after heavy gambling with wine."
"Last night, it rained and the wind blew, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine."
"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect the wind of mountain fruit and wine flags in Hongshui village"
"Lanling wine tulip jade bowl brings amber light"
"It’s far away when people wake up at dusk."
"clothes, dust, and wine marks don’t disappear when you travel far."
"After the dream, the balcony is locked and the curtain is lowered."