Two ancient poems with wine as their words.

Qiu Si fisherman's pride: A glass of turbid wine is the best for Wan Li, but Ran Yan doesn't know.

Drinking the bright moon alone: From from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone. No one was with me until I raised my cup. I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.

When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.

We watched the green trees around your village and the distant light blue mountains. We opened the window overlooking the gardens and fields and talked about mulberry trees and marijuana with cups in our hands.

"Drunken Flowers": After dusk, the wine in Dongli Bar is full of sleeves and the curtain rolls west wind.

People are thinner than yellow flowers.

It's hard to go: the cost of pure wine, a gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, and a jade plate of 10 thousand dollars.

Huanxisha: a new word, a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old.

"Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting": After drinking wine, my chest and gallbladder are still open, and my temples are slightly frosty. Why not!

Qiu Si fisherman's pride: A glass of turbid wine is the best for Wan Li, but Ran Yan doesn't know.

Send Yuan Er An Xi: I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason.

Poems about wine

Bai Juyi said in a suggestion to his friend Liu

There is red stirring in the quiet stove, new wine baked by green ants, and there is a feeling of snow in the evening outside. How about a glass of wine inside? ?

Li Bai broke up in a hotel in Nanjing

A gust of wind brought catkins, and the shop was full of sweetness. Wu Ji squeezed wine to persuade wine. Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving.

Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?