A thousand glasses of wine are not worth a bosom friend ~ ~ ~
Huanxisha-Li Qingzhao
The Moses cup is dark amber,
Melt before you get drunk.
You should be late in your spare time.
The brain is fragrant and dreams are broken.
Break the cold, make a bun and loosen it,
Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. If you drink today, you will get drunk tomorrow.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Sing my songs loudly and drink my wine.
Singing to wine, the geometry of life
I have wine and the heart of a Le Yan guest.
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. After returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus, and fought for the ferry, and a pool of gulls rose.
Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked about the shutter, but Haitang is still there. You know it should be green, fat, red and thin?
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.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Invite for a drink
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! ,
I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! ,
Cooking and slaughtering cattle is fun, let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! Please sing a song for me.
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Master, why don't you say you have less money? Go buy wine and we'll drink it together! .
Keywords Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, give it to the young man for good wine,
With you, you will always worry.
Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately destroyed. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
Why is Du Kang the only solution?
It is not the wine that is drunk, but the drinker himself.
After drinking, you will be more worried.
Xinglai bought all the wine in the south of the city, and the cart piled up long bottles aboveboard. Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, the wine boats keep arriving. * * * Take the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou, and Vientiane is the guest. Poetry and wine must be drunk today, and fame and fortune will not be finished. Endure the superficial singing? Where was the Ming Dynasty awake? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. The son of heaven couldn't get on the boat, saying it was Brewmaster.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
The quatrains of drunkards in the world.
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
The wine is full and the box is still open.
A glass of turbid wine in Wan Li's home.
Although drunk, we lit a lamp to see the scenery.
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have?
Jinzun sake, ten thousand yuan a cup.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
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?