Chapter 652: 941 pieces, the best 'food

941 pieces, the best 'food'

941 pieces, the best 'food'

Snow, bird, hallucination

It has long been known

This is the poet's winter

the best 'food'

I have always felt

Living for 'food'

Better than living for money

Need to be more down-to-earth

In the hallucination

Feather-transforming to ascend to immortality

This is not living either

A realm?

Poet, why do you

Want to despise yourself?

Sing, poet

Snow, bird, hallucination......

You see ________

When wearing the official cap and sash

When it rotted into mud

The wind of the Han Music Bureau

Still blowing

The light rain on the Tang dynasty's imperial street

Still falling…………., \