Watching four good friends borrow wine to light up their middle-aged lives, I immediately remembered: Thousands of years ago, a group of old men in China, China, and China did the same thing. . .
The willful and non-mainstream Lao Li wanted to be both a gangster and a knight. He could drink with the moon himself, and then he jumped up: a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and form three people against each other. The moon is not able to drink, and the shadow disciple follows me. Temporarily accompany the shadow of the moon, and the music must be in the spring. My song month is wandering, and my dancing shadow is messy. The open-minded and optimistic Lao Su was banished from Huangzhou for three years. He didn't go home until midnight. When he knocked on the door, no one answered. It's like three shifts. The child's breath was thunderous. Don't even knock on the door, lean on the stick and listen to the sound of the river.
Old Lu, who had the ambition to serve the country in his heart, was given a vacant post in Chengdu. He spent all his time in the restaurant and songlou: this year's devastation is the most laughable, and he is ashamed and proud of himself. Who knows that wine can still be crazy, and shouting at people when he takes off his hat.
You see, every adult has his own worries and troubles, but they have been shouting in unison across the millennium: When we meet again, we will go home without drinking air, and the peach blossoms at the mouth of the cave will laugh at people. . . Choose alcohol, choose to hide in its drunkenness. In their drunken eyes, none of them can see clearly: I am the one who failed, and you must accept your own mistakes in order to love others and love life!
Yes, um, we can still drink wine, as long as you face yourself, release yourself, no longer be ashamed to dance, no longer afraid of mistakes, what's wrong with drinking one? In the sunshine, my drunk robes and sleeves dance too narrow, and my bosom friend is happy, smiling outside the white clouds!
According to the rules, you have to make up a few gibberish words
Old man, you have a bottle of wine
It is said that it is the emperor's new clothes to cover up ugliness
I shook my head with a smile and said:
It's like a bear hiding behind a straw
A leaf tries to hide the elephant
And I thought black and white stripes would make me look thinner
open your eyes
Your boring failure anxiety and my flesh
It's okay, just accept it, we already have these
Come on, drink, this time you won't be led by the nose anymore
Old man, in order to make you sober, in our northern words: we will give you the wine and then vote for you!
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