Poems describing wine invitations

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Li Bai-drinking the bright moon alone

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.