The drink dispersed and left the pavilion to the west, floating and growing and filled with hatred.
After drinking and leaving the pavilion, I left the pavilion to the west, floating in the air and filled with resentment. When I look back, the smoke becomes heavier. The light clouds are solitary and the geese are far away, the cold sun sets and the sky turns red. 14px; white-space: normal; background-color: rgb(240, 239, 226);"/>Where to draw the boat tonight? The tide is flat and the moon is hazy. The wine sobers up people's tranquility and makes them sad. The lamp is broken, the pillow is dreaming, the waves are light and the wind is just before dawn.
Cen Shen (approximately 715-770), a frontier poet in the Tang Dynasty, was a native of Nanyang. He was the great-grandson of Cen Wenwen, a hero of Emperor Taizong‘s reign. He later moved to Jiangling....