After Xiaozhao took another bite of lamb.
With the feedback of a full stomach, a wave of drunkenness surged up.
Clatter—
He tossed a chopstick aside, holding the end of the remaining one, rhythmically tapping it on the ceramic dish.
At the same time, he shook his head and softly chanted:
"Those who abandoned me, yesterday is gone and cannot be held, those who disturb my heart, today is full of worries.
A long wind sends autumn geese over thousands of miles, which can be exuberantly enjoyed from a high tower.
The literary works from Penglai have the bones of Jian'an, and Xiao Xie among them has emerged once more.
All carry lofty thoughts with majestic desiring to reach the sky and grasp the bright moon.
Draw a sword to cut the water, but the water continues to flow; raise a cup to dispel sorrows, but the sorrows increase."
Xu Yun, seeing this, picked up a piece of fish but wisely refrained from praising the 'eloquence'.
