Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Traditional stories - I've been looking at the misty waters of Nanjiao, I've been drinking wine, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up

I've been looking at the misty waters of Nanjiao, I've been drinking wine, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up

I've been looking at the misty waters of Nanjiao, I've been drinking wine, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I've been waking up, I'm waking up, I'm waking up, I'm waking up, I'm waking up, I'm waking up, I'm waking up, and from now on, I'm leaving, and from now on, I'm leaving. When I was drinking peach blossoms in spring, I was fishing alone in the moonlight, and the moon was the bone of my love for you. I leaned against the building to listen to the rain, and the west wind rose at the first moment, even though the flowers were about to fall out of bloom, and I was thinking about tea, and the heroes were trapped in a cup of wine, and the wine from the West Pavilion, and the thoughts of a thousand cups of wine, and the long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long years.