68: the stars of last night and the wind of last night, the turtle soup on the west side of Hualou is frozen. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Send dogs spring wine every other seat, where we roll dice in groups under the crimson lamp. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

7 1: Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.