See how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven. Entering the ocean, never to return. See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. Christmas comes but once a year. And never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon! To be useful, we need the money. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink! Cen Fuzi, my dear friends, bringing in the wine cup stop mo. I want to sing a song, let your ears to listen.
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