The first cup moistens my lips and throat; The second cup breaks my loneliness; The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs; The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration-all the wrongs… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
The first cup moistens my lips and throat; The second cup breaks my loneliness; The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
The first bowl sleekly moistened throat and lips, The second banished all my loneliness The third expelled the dullness from my mind, Sharpening inspiration… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
