Memories of poems that we once ate together.

Memories of the poems that we once ate together included giving them to the boy in exchange for wine, and they shared eternal sorrow. Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

1, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine and share the eternal sorrow with you. Tell the waiter to change them all into wine. Let's get rid of this endless trouble together, from Li Bai's Into the Wine.

2, don't laugh at farm wax wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years. Moral: Don't laugh that the wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month is not mellow, and the harvest year is very rich. Lu you shan Xi Cun you