If you squeeze Tang poetry,
At least half a catty of wine will drip out.
Wine is indispensable to poets,
Whether it's drinking with someone or drinking alone,
A glass of wine, in the poet's pen,
Poetry is infinite.
Drink the first cup alone: flowers are in love with each other.
Drink the moon alone.
Tang Libai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
What a complicated mentality it is to drink alone, and no one is near, from loneliness to not loneliness, and then from loneliness to loneliness.
Invitation to the Moon Projection is an eternal quatrain. Literally, it seems that you can really enjoy yourself, but the implication is extremely bleak.
Self-reliance in the form of monologue, self-reliance, self-reliance, self-reliance, with poetic ups and downs like nature, broad mind, and no tolerance between things and me. What kind of mind is this?
Invite a second cup: mellow wine makes the color warm and the snow warm.
A suggestion for my friend Liu.
Tang Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
New wine, stove, sunset glow and snow, three images, separated and looked at in isolation, are insipid and have no lasting appeal. Once linked together, a vivid, tangible and affectionate picture is formed, which is filled with the warmth of friendship and the fragrance of human nature.
What makes people slightly drunk is not thin wine, but mellow mash, which can make people really intoxicated physically and mentally. Poetry contains a fresh breath of life, without any carving. It is a wonderful chapter and a poetic daily mood.
Drink the third cup: 30% off as a farewell song
Weicheng district
Don
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Yangguan is outside China and Anxi is outside Yangguan. It is said that people in Yangguan have no reason. What happened? I don't know if I can see you again, so I am frequently advised to drink, as if to drink all my parting feelings in this life.
Although this poem is close to spoken English, it is very popular. Later, it was compiled into Yuefu and widely read, becoming a famous farewell song.
The fourth feast: stirring, writing tragic.
Liangzhou Song
Don William Wang
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
The brush strokes dipped in * * *, the sonorous timbre, the dazzling words, the dazzling eyes in the vision and the mellow wine in the taste are simply a happy feast.
Grand scenes and artistic conception, lively language, fluctuating rhythm, unrestrained and heroic, and even fanatical emotions are by no means one or two people sitting there drinking to drown their sorrows, but a kind of excitement and yearning, a tragic death.
Through this seemingly heroic and broad-minded mind, what we see is the sadness in the hearts of soldiers and the disillusionment that will never return.
Drink the fifth cup: thick ink and light dye painting misty rain
Jiangnan spring
Don Dumu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
It is simply a beautiful picture of Jiangnan spring: vast, gentle and blurred. A few twentyeight characters are a wisp of subtle thinking, which gives people the enjoyment of beauty and the enlightenment of thinking. This kind of beauty is similar to aesthetics in painting, transcending the boundaries of time and space, and indifferent to free and easy feelings.
Drunk the sixth cup: * * the moon is dancing and the dew is clear.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, the song of water tune.
Song sushi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
At the beginning of Perilla's speech, he asked the sky, "When will there be a bright moon?" .
It is both reasonable and interesting to talk with the moon and explore the meaning of life in the dialogue. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." The poet tried to break through the time limit, break through the barrier of space, keep his love for the bright moon unchanged, and unite people who were separated from each other.
The seventh cup of Qu Wei: Flowers fall and swallow return to injury and spring decline.
Huanxisha
stretch
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year.
When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Singing wine, hurting spring and cherishing time, overlapping time and space, faint sadness and low mood. The fading of flowers, the disappearance of spring and the passage of time are irresistible natural laws, although it is useless to regret lingering.
Inadvertently accustomed to time and space is of philosophical significance, which inspires people to think about the problem of cosmic life from a higher level: time is eternal, but life is limited.
Pour the eighth cup of sadness: eliminate sadness by your own efforts and turn tears into thoughts.
Su Muzhe's nostalgia
Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.
The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Looking and thinking, thinking and dreaming, dreaming but not sleeping, sleeping and leaning, leaning and being alone, being alone and worrying, drinking and crying ... step by step, the turning point is deepened; I wanted to solve it with wine, but I drowned my troubles with wine, and it was even more troublesome. In an instant, it turned into acacia tears.
Endless emotions fill the world and blend with autumn scenery's rendering, and the realm is deep and perfect.
The ninth cup of stuffing: which day is beautiful?
Yulinling
Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Wake up drunk, I don't know when and where, and what day is its beauty. This sentiment is too sad and low because of its sincerity. That kind of depressed mood, that kind of lovelorn pain, so vivid that people who have had the pain of parting will have a strong sense of * * * after reading this song "Rain Bell" for hundreds of years.
Take Liu Yong to the present, he should be the most dazzling love song writer. You see "Sing Liu Ci wherever there is well water to drink", and there is a joke of "romantic lingering, left and crisp words".
Gulp off the tenth cup: it's hard to turn red and fragrant.
Hairpin phoenix
Song luyou
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Looking back on the past and caring about the present, all the good things have passed, leaving only sadness. Soft and red hands, the smell of Huangteng wine ... The "East Wind", which has always been praised by people, has become a persecutor who mercilessly destroys beautiful women and makes them haggard.
Compared with the upper and lower pavilions, the events and scenes in different periods in the same space are vivid, superimposed and mixed. It is difficult to give up and have to cut off the sadness, so there are thousands of words, and who to tell? ...
Drink three cups in a row: drunk dreams, lonely voices.
well
Song liqing Zhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Zuihuayin
Song liqing Zhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
A slow voice
Song liqing Zhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
Among Yi 'an's forty-five poems, there are as many as twenty-four with wine as the word. A generation of talented women, looking for sustenance in wine, are lonely, enjoying loneliness in wine, and finally lonely. Accompanied by wine, she wrote her own sad life through drunkenness.
The names of these three cups of drunken drinking, solitary drinking and light drinking can all be called "loneliness".
As a Dream can't be dispelled by a deep sleep. It uses green to replace leaves and red to replace flowers, which links "red" with "thin". The word "thin" begonia is gaunt and scattered, which is picturesque and innovative in rhetoric.
Drunken Flowers clearly shows the lonely and lonely atmosphere of those who miss their husbands after their wedding.
"Sound Slow", with seven groups of overlapping words, such as rapid and rhythmic drums, falls in the dusk when the geese leave in autumn, and is lonely and desolate beyond "worry" because of missing. You can get drunk after three drinks and two.
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