The neon lights up the night, and at the end of the dazzling colors is your figure, faintly revealing a happy mood.
The promised drunkenness shines into reality the moment you step into the door.
The wind and frost are gone, and the warmth is rising. The sound of wine bottles colliding in rag pockets makes people want to stop and get excited.
The sick body should not have been drinking, but the soul is dry and needs comfort.
Perhaps, it is difficult to be like when you were young, drunk to the dark, drunk to hysteria, drunk to cry and laugh and crazy and crazy.
However, you still need to blur the aroma of wine, you need to hazy moonlight, you need to turn off the lights, and you need to be presumptuous by the window under the moon.
Affection is invincible to time, and fate is defeated by distance.
The people who used to hold wine and carnival together have all disappeared into the red dust of old dreams.
Now you and I are talking about wine, and the words are full of regrets.
In fact, there is a definite number in life, while picking up, while leaving behind, fate has given you such a big bag, so why covet too many outfits.
Pour the wine, fall like the night with stars, white and rippling.
I make the moonlight, the window is like a gentle Yao Pond, and I am drunk into a fairy.
The cat leans against the window to enjoy quietly, the silent moonlight courtyard, the swing is covered with dust, waiting for the spring rain to be stained.
Don't mention the old things, the future can be expected.
Pour another cup and plan for the spring in the December moonlight.
May the planned trip go as scheduled.
Or head east to see the waves at Xingkai Lake, or head north to the post office in Arctic Village to send a letter.
Or to the south, holding an umbrella and wading all the way through the ink and rain, or to the west, looking at a cloud on the Xinzang line.
I had already bought a map, but the plan was always shelved due to reality.
So borrow wine to escape reality for a while, and take a deep breath in the drunkenness.
People who are too self-motivated are not suitable for a lifetime of poetry, wine, and tea.
Fortunately, there is no heavy responsibility on my shoulders, I can live on the edge of this world, and I am greedy for joy with the wind and snow.
The moon is hidden in the clouds, and tonight is already in full swing.
Tomorrow's work will not be lost by today's drunkenness.
Insisting on going to work while sick sounds like dedication, but it is actually a backlash after being greedy.
There is no need to pity a hopeless person like me.