Bai Juyi's wine poems

Bai Juyi's poems related to "wine" include

1. "Duijiu" white

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Life 100 years old, which is 30,000 days.

Besides, there are no centenarians in the world.

The virtuous and foolish are scattered, and the noble and the humble are buried together.

Dong Dai's soul, old and new bones in the north.

People who repeatedly smell the wrong medicine are those who love to prolong life.

There are also worries about the dead and greed for political affairs.

The medicine is not old, and the worry of death is not due to illness.

He who speaks most clearly knows what he has lost.

If you meet your relatives and friends, drink from this cup.

Can worry about selling, can be true.

Therefore, Liu Ruan is drunk all the year round.

2. Selling wine in late spring

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Flowers fall like snow, and temples hang like silk.

Spring has come and gone, and I am old and young.

Life waits for wealth, and happiness is often bitter and late.

It is better to be poor, sad and miserable.

Sell my horse and give me old clothes.

Try your best to sell wine and drink and walk home as drunk as a fiddler.

The first place is unknown, and the skeleton is getting worse.

Drunk in the yellow house, who knows who I am?

3. "Lai Chi Wu Lai Jiu"

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Litchi is newly cooked with cockscomb color and amber fragrance of soju.

To pick a branch and pour a lamp, there are no guests in the west wing.

4. "Chant to the wine"

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Throw a bachelor's pen and admire you three times.

I didn't change the silver ribbon, but added a white beard.

The official door is closed and prostitutes come to shop.

Follow closely and recite anything you need.

Five golden horses, two girls playing cymbals.

It was better to be old than never.

Sing the moon in chorus and pat Wu Biao with one hand.

Get drunk tonight, and you should bother with the red armband.

5. "Spend two glasses of wine"

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Love Jiang Chunlai, Nanbin leap in the first month.

Plum blossoms and peach apricots are made in the second city.

The red room is rotten, and the plain snow.

Fragrant wind floats, sorrow breaks branches.

The old satrap in the building has new white hair on his head.

Cold disease mood, mysterious and good season.

The news of the old garden is broken, and the relatives and guests in the distant county are absolutely unique.

If you want a gift, who is it for?

Climb the red cherry hand in hand, and the red cherry falls like graupel.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is like an arrow.

The fragrance of the years and time are still decaying in an instant.

The situation is flesh and blood, can Ann grow strong?

People are bitter and persistent, and care about poverty and lowliness.

Sadness is always between the eyebrows, but joy is not between them.

My head is half white, so I can't see the mirror.

Why spend a drink waiting for someone to persuade you?