张公子那头打电话,乱发感慨:哥哥,大千世界,广袤无限,没地方耍啊。我晓得张公子酒醉饭饱了,饱暖死无聊了。别哭,别哭,哥哥我,就是你的地方。两个两不着(前不着少,后不着老)汉子,泡了一壶龙井,相看两生言,乱扯淡,谈得不着边际。今人不见古时月,今月曾经照古人——魏晋那班人,也是在月之下,于竹之影,这么有一搭没一搭,白发老汉在,闲坐说玄天的?这回乱扯,张公子扯到了一个哲学话题, Zhang Gongzi called the other side, messy emotion: brother, the world, unlimited, no place to play ah. I know Zhang son full of drunkenness, full of warm and die boring. Do not cry, do not cry, brother I, is your place. Two two do not (before no less, not old) man, soaked a pot of Longjing, look at the two words, chaotic nonsense, talk about the margin. Today people do not see ancient times this month, according to the ancients - Wei and Jin classes, but also in the moon, in the shadow of bamboo, so there is a ride did not take a ride, white-haired man in the sit-in that Xuan Tian? Chaos pulling, Zhang son pulled to a philosophical topic,