Four Poems by drinking Alone with the Moon
One of them
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
secondly,
if you don't love wine, the wine star is not in the sky.
if the land doesn't like wine, there should be no Jiuquan.
heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven.
I've heard that it's better to be clear than holy, and it's as turbid as a sage to return to the Tao.
since the sage has already drunk, there is no need to ask for immortals.
three cups lead to the avenue, and one bucket is natural.
but if you are interested in wine, don't pass it on to those who are awake.
thirdly
in Xianyang city in March, thousands of flowers are blooming in the daytime.
who can be alone in spring, you must drink it.
it's natural to be poor and to be short.
all things are hard to judge.
if you are drunk and lose your world, you will be lonely.
I don't know that I am alive, which is the greatest pleasure.
the fourth
is endless sorrow, with 3 cups of wine.
although there is little wine, you can't pour out your worries.
therefore, if you know the wine saint, you will have a good heart.
I'm always hungry for Yan Hui.
nowadays, people don't like to drink, but they use it in vain.
crab claws are golden liquid, and the bad hills are Penglai.
and you must drink wine and get drunk on the platform by the moon.