In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with poetry. Poetry is a literary style that expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. In fact, many friends are not sure what kind of poetry is good poetry. The following is a collection of modern poetry about wine that I have carefully compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Modern poetry of wine 1
Warm a cup of wine for you on a snowy night
Warm a cup of wine for you
No one can remember if I return home late at night Yes
Xue Ye is a complete door and window and keeps a tight lip in the name of the Terminator
Like the frowning brows and bleeding lips when we parted many years ago
The passing water is the same every year and needs to be looked at carefully with a lantern every time
There is only the bright moon hanging alone and the vast blank space
It seems that forgetting has never happened before and is so pale and simple
< p> So many thoughts are like a useless cup or a lamp waiting for the flameBut I am listening to the wind chimes and regard all passers-by as wanderers
The sadness has long been gone A birthmark branded as life
Like a crescent knife that corresponds to the warmth and coldness of the world
The prophecy of a crow has become a mysterious word in geography
Confused by the mountains lurking under the sea, there is a bunch of torn letter paper hidden in the bookcase
But I still can’t figure out why the silent wreckage of the river is boiling
There is no wind and snow There is silence
This kind of silence makes people feel heart-wrenching, like the spell sketched by a vulture across a lonely person
The shadow in the heart insists on boiling the spices of life to the boiling point in a cup of wine.
Even if I persist until I regret it, even if the distance is just pain
I will always leave a small space to you——
I borrow the tranquility of this snowy night Also write about an old dream with you
I don’t know whether the ending of the story is consistent with the dream. Modern poetry of wine 2
Moonlight wine
Luxurious Bus,
A cicada sheds its empty shell,
Measuring time and space with its breathing and squirming.
The world decorated in dark colors does not belong to me.
The world has long been abandoned by the retreating street lights.
No, there is still a little cold light and shadow,
Scratches on the glass,
It flickers on and off to wash away the dust all the way.
The curtains above the sleeper
The embroidered pattern is a clump of mottled green bamboo.
Oh, in the hazy smoke,
The machine was noisy and the shadow of the moon fell.
The mobile phone is turned on and is not in the blind spot of sound quality,
The chaotic corner of consciousness,
The dancing figure of the Phoenix-tailed Bamboo under the moonlight in the south of the cloud,
Lugou, a suburb of Beijing, has an endless charm of the dawn moon for thousands of years.
In fact, if you reach out and touch the window, you can touch the crescent moon on the horizon.
The faint light is given from the distant palace.
The light of happiness penetrates the bumpy journey. .
It’s a pity that I can’t offend the holiness deep in my heart.
Only one can hold the dim light of a candle reverently with cold hands,
Mixed with the barren grains from home,
Stirred with the wandering melancholy of the journey. Thoughts,
Brewing a cup of rich moonlight wine in a snack cup,
Along the way,
A small cup, a small cup, < /p>
A small sip, a small sip,
——Chew slowly, recall slowly, and taste slowly.
Modern poetry of wine 3
Tasting wine like this
I don’t like drinking
But I yearn for it,
Tasting wine like this:
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In a tall Bordeaux glass
Pour red wine
A little bit
Just use two or three fingers
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Lift your high feet
Gently in the air
Shake...
Shake...
Shake... ……
The wine that is poured into the glass,
is overflowing with mellow aroma
The wine that is poured into the glass,
is red with drunkenness
The figure swaying in front of the cup,
One after another
The Bordeaux cup poured out gracefully
Close to the red lips
A little bit
Just a little sip
But you are already drunk, drunk
Shake...
< p> Shake...Shake...
The red wine in the Bordeaux glass swayed
No trace of the wine can be seen
A drunk person
Face, eyes
Hands, heart
Only one is left,
One is hot! Modern poetry of wine 4
The taste of wine
When we are passionately in love before flowers and under the moon
My dear, it is my destiny to meet you
Love is a glass of wine
If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk
At the wedding in the wedding hall
Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, I am willing to join hands with you in this life
Marriage is a glass of wine
Happy wine is a glass of wine
Full moon wine when the child is born
We are finally promoted to fathers and mothers
The glass of wine crystallized by love
The wine of responsibility and blessings
When career is successful
The wine I drink is all good wine but I can no longer taste the taste of the wine.
The wine against your will is the bitter wine
The wine of love is sweet when you are in love
The wine of love in the wedding hall is spicy
The wine of love is sour at the full moon wine shop
Modern poems about the bitter wine in the glass of toast at social events 5
Yuanjiu
A drop of mellow fragrance The Origin of the Smoke and Clouds
Where can I find a pot to talk about joys and sorrows
A drop of astringent fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth to describe the love of a lifetime
How about the separation of love and hate? How can we be calm and not get drunk and recall the past
A drop of sweetness lingers in our hearts
Why go to a high-rise building to taste wine alone when there is nothing there?
It doesn't matter if it's easy to know or not to know
When fate comes, it will be good, whether long or short, don't abandon each other
Whether fate is gone, it's just a pot of wine, a period of lovesickness and wine, modern poetry 6
A glass of wine
A glass of wine,
A glass of wine in the autumn wind.
Like that angel,
Walking into my dream.
A glass of wine,
A thick glass of wine,
There are so many stories.
Several times of wind and rain,
Several times of spring and autumn,
The difficulty in letting go,
is still so strong.
Looking back,
Look at the willows by the moat,
swaying gently in the autumn wind.
I am wandering,
Leaving those painful tears.
A glass of wine,
It’s the sweet wine,
The sweet singing echoes in my ears.
A glass of wine,
It is the bitter wine,
There is so much pain in sadness.
What is it?
I will do this.
Looking up,
Look at the bright moon in the sky,
It is smiling at me.
A glass of wine,
A lifetime of wine,
I will never forget that soulmate.
Look,
The wasted years,
have been quietly lost.
Listen,
The bells of hope are ringing throughout the world.
Modern poetry of wine 7
Roses and wine
How many piercings must be made
Lover’s fingers
To achieve that bright red flower< /p>
Intense color
Just like your beauty
Fermentation sedimentation
No different from red wine
Indistinguishable Is it wine, blood, or flower petals?
Put your lips gently
It is always better than a thousand words
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m drunk or in pain or my heart is beating
>Still holding on
The silence of love and non-love
Roses are passionately in love with wine
And ice cubes are in the wine
Modern poetry of blooming flowers and wine 8
Green plums cooked in wine
Green plums cooked in wine
Ask the world,
Who is the hero?
Three emperors of great merit and five emperors of virtue.
It started with Shang Yang and was defeated by Afang.
Besieged on all sides, Farewell My Concubine, Overlord.
If you have talent, you will be a general; if you have no talent, you will be a king.
In the end, the Wujiang River was stained with blood.
Watch the beautiful car and seize Weiyang in the market.
When the dust rises, Hongmen cleverly confronts the king.
Recruit the virtuous and fearless to conquer the world.
Three chapters of law, Gaixia determines the territory of Han Dynasty.
The movement of heaven is constant.
It will not exist for Yao, nor will it perish for Jie.
Make wine with green plums,
Ask the world,
Who is the hero? Modern poetry of wine 9
I will give you a glass of wine, don’t laugh at the fact that I talk a lot tonight
Laughing and talking, drinking half a cup of tea when thirsty,
Hongsu holds the wine in his hand A pot.
Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk,
Don’t regret that you talk too much tonight.
There is wine today and you will be drunk now.
Don’t wait to drink on the lonely grave.
Crows croaking and circling in the sky?
My head and temples are white, and I am so sad!
Don’t wait any longer.
Bring in more wine.
The smoke and rain outside the window are swaying,
The wind is rising, the thunder is flashing,
The wise are calm.
More wine,
At dawn, I saw the moonlight on the pond.
A zither tune sounds,
A glass of wine will accompany you.
The spirit sky enters the night moon,
Chang'e stretches her sleeves, leaving fragrance and adding dew.
Wu Gang drank alone in the Osmanthus Garden.
More wine,
No need to worry more.
Let’s have another glass of wine,
Let’s laugh and talk about life with you;
Let’s talk to you about the difference between ancient times and the present;
Your words are endless;
A road of eternal sorrow;
Du Kangliang is your companion,
Why does a gentleman need to suffer for pleasure.
A good horse is thousands of miles away,
Bole never sees it,
A close friend is hard to find.
I will accompany you with a glass of wine,
Thousands of miles of journey,
I am happy and free.
I will give you a glass of wine.
Don’t laugh at the talk tonight.
A good friend and confidant need a thousand cups,
More wine,
There are endless words to say;
I urge you to take more care of it;
Another glass of wine.
No need to say anything, just watch the situation with a smile.
I advise you to buy a glass of wine;
Don’t laugh at the many words tonight.
Modern poetry about wine 10
I have a poetry friend who loves wine all his life
I have a poetry friend who loves wine all his life
Loves drinking
Love to drink good wine
Love to drink beer
Love to drink cold beer
And drink a big bowl of tea
… …
That year he came to my house
I took out "Snowboy" beer to entertain him
He was really happy and started to write poems like a big boy.
One mouthful and half a bottle
Two mouthfuls of snowflakes and foam were completely wiped out
The result was dark green little stuff all over the floor
Lying horizontally and vertically
Each one is more comfortable and relaxed than the other
He wrote me a letter after returning home
saying that he would come to my house for a drink next year
It would be impossible without these cute "little snow children"
However, within a few days he fell ill
The doctor warned him that he must stop drinking
You Do you love wine or life?
He was obedient
Putting the best wine in front of the hospital bed
Looking at it every day
It seemed like he could really smell the aroma of the wine The taste
And the softness of the taste
Within a few days, he left
Before leaving, he said
Leave the house The best two bottles of wine
One bottle for my poetry friend
One bottle for myself
Keep it with you on the road
Calming the mind and refreshing the mind
Talking twice while writing poetry
It can also be regarded as the infatuation of poetry by a person who loves poetry
The charm of wine and smart respect
So, I remember these words
I still keep this bottle of good wine intact
Whenever I write poetry Whenever I look at her, I get choked up
Whenever I think of her in a wine shop, I try to wake myself up
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