What are Luo Tian’s lines in Bai Tiao?

"Nian Bai Tiao"

Music: Brother Gui's Big Fight

Words: DD Combination

Tune: Flowers Don't Cry

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Painting: Medicine jar

The pear blossoms in the snow tree are blooming, and I wake up from the night dream with melancholy

The world will eventually pass, a glass of wine, and the sword will break the corridor

The ink-stained fingertips are waving, and the quotes in the belly are singing

Unexpectedly, thousands of years of words are wandering

Thousands of lines of strong words are waved

The charm is shaking in all directions

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The life is shining brightly, and the ups and downs of the officialdom are heartbreaking

But the sky is vast, and the earth is fragrant

Or, People are desolate, why not

Immortal, pen, self-confident and high-spirited

Buried alone under the moon, the feeling of lovesickness, pungent and smooth in the throat

The world of mortals is past, finger flicking smoke Scattered, the gray is also mottled and cool

Who still remembers his drunken appearance in the small square in the river

Recalling this life, the bumpy road is not lonely

Wanjia Hotel , the lights are swaying, and the shadows of thousands of candles are like

Ten miles of peach blossoms, sparkling waves, and the boat is swaying gently

Muttering Mengyao, destined for this life, proud and carefree

< p>The flowers are blooming, summer, autumn and winter, and spring is here again

A pot of wine among the flowers, there is no blind date for the drink

Raise a glass to enjoy the moon, the light falls on it, the three Between people

We are very happy when we are awake, but we disperse after we are drunk

My poem is not finished yet

It is like flowing clouds

Everyone knows that I am a dissatisfied person

Talking about the chaos of the world

The soul is palpitating with soul, suddenly startled and sighing

It is also worrying when advancing. Yes, retreat is also worrying

However, when will it come, Leye

Jiu Xian paper is at your fingertips

Buried alone under the moon, the feeling of lovesickness enters the throat and is spicy and smooth

The mortal world has passed, the smoke has dispersed with the flick of a finger, and the ashes are also mottled and cool

Who still remembers his drunken appearance in the small square in the river

Recalling this life, the bumpy road , not lonely

The lanterns are on, the lights are swaying, and there are thousands of candle shadows

Thousands of miles of fireworks, sparkling waves, and the boat is swaying gently

A rant, destined In this life, I am proud and happy

Under the locust tree, have a glass of wine and talk again