Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, mancheng spring willow; What does this mean? Can you translate it for me?

First of all, we should understand the background of this word: Lu You and Tang Wan are actually a very loving couple. They are so attached that they wish you had me and I had you. The problem is that this kindness fell in love with us, making our poet Luda sallow and emaciated. He does nothing, does not consider the future, and is too lazy to exchange experiences with outsiders. All Liu Mu began to be dissatisfied with Tang Wan, and the last explosion point was because Liu Mu went to a nun to ask for a son. The nun told Lu Mu earnestly that your daughter-in-law would kill your son, and if it was not solved in time, your son's life would be in danger. So, mother Lu was anxious and said decisively to her son: Write a letter of divorce, or I will leave. Lu You couldn't stand this battle and wrote a letter of divorce, ending this sweet day. After Lu You and Tang Wan broke up, Tang Wan married Zhao Shicheng, a descendant of the royal family, and their lives have been very harmonious. The turning point happened when a poet in Luda accidentally walked his dog or cat in Shenyuan, peeped at Tang Wan and me, crispy hands and tea, lit a cigarette and handed wine, and then suddenly lost control, so he wrote down a sign on the wall that no graffiti was allowed: red crispy hands, rattan wine, willow in the city. ..... no! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. ..... Mo! Mo! Mo! Sentence.

I peeked at your unique smooth, delicate and shiny hand from a distance, holding a good Shaoxing rice wine with a low degree but high quality. In this city, it is the season of spring, and you are like a willow branch in an unreachable palace wall (even if you can reach it), you are still so graceful and moving. The borrowed east wind is so vicious, so vicious, so cunning, blowing you and me like sugar and honey, fluttering, fluttering, and floating without a trace. Every time I hold a glass, my sister holds a basin of sadness and depression. After leaving you for several years, my heart is blocked, my lungs are blocked, and my nerves are blocked. I can only sigh in the sky: I am destined to be yours, I have nothing to do with you, and the people who are destined to be you are really annoying!

The beautiful spring is still so beautiful. I don't know if it's because of spring or color, and people are getting thinner and thinner. Crying and crying, because the makeup is a little thick, tears make the makeup cry, leaving a long rouge mud on my face and soaking the silk handkerchief. Or the disturbing east wind blew peach blossoms and dazzling youth to the abandoned sewage ditch. Although 52 1 13 14 is still there, I dare not write it on paper or give it to you in front of Xiao Zhao. Recalling that year, Voldemort sighed: I am like a fish in your lotus pond, just waiting for the wind and the moon with you. I've been swimming for n years and I miss you every day.