通宝三年,安阳的花如同战争般壮烈而决绝地生长。月上柳梢头,月光下一个清瘦的人影,左手酒盏右手狼毫。“如此好酒你怎能独享?”一个豪壮的声音从饮酒人背后传来带着一丝不可节制的诗情。“杜甫兄。”“李白兄。”“今夜你可愿意与我共饮?”当夜两人月下饮酒作诗,都为对方的才 In Tongbao three years, the flowers of Anyang grew like a war heroic and decisively. Willow on the moon, a lean figure under the moonlight, the left hand wine wolf wolf right hand. “How can you enjoy such a good wine?” A sturdy voice came from behind the drinker with a trace of uncontrollable poetry. “Du Fuxiong.” “Li Bairen.” “Will you be willing to drink with me tonight?” Both men and women drink and write poetry for the other night.