Being Dead Drunk. Poem by Luo Zhihai

Being Dead Drunk

Frost was strong, I was afraid of it hurt flowers in the tree
Late at night, I still pitied on the moon of the branch
I brought the green ant wine and laid on the flowing cloud
You got drunk to the emerald and transverse to sleep on the butterfly path

酣醉

更深猶憫枝頭月
霜盛恐傷樹上花
君醉翠微橫蝶徑
我攜綠蟻臥流霞

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第9284首對聯體詩
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