The first glass of wine toast to you, the so-called inappropriate is that you like the breeze to get drunk, but I only love gale freedom. The second glass of wine toasts you, you are very clean in the years, lighter than water, clearer than wine. The third cup of wine to you, steal your ribs at dusk to make wine, and you will be drunk with flesh and blood a hundred years later. The fourth cup of wine to toast to you, the evening breeze passing by the pottery jar blows away the aroma of wine, I remember all your appearances. The first glass of wine returned to you, the so-called not to love is that you like winter and white snow, but I only love midsummer breeze. The second cup of wine returns to you. In the memory, you are very pure, purer than snow and warmer than summer. The third cup of wine will return to you, I will send you the poisonous wine full of miss in the morning, and practice your love for the rest of your life. The fourth glass of wine is back to you. Drink this glass of floating wine before evening, I forget all your looks. In the name of love, I am still willing.
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