1, sorrow is broken, drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.
2, the wind has gone, the cloud has hurt itself, hating wine soothes the heart, light darkness, and a few degrees of madness.
3, lonely and cold, greedy for shadow wine, crazy! Literati write poems to recall new worries, not loving, not hurting, not hurting. What is wine?
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
5, life is like a glass of wine, sweet, astringent, light, strong, hot, cold, drunk, awake, all have a taste.
I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the dust. Pour it into rivers and seas and give it to everyone in the world.
7. Life should be like drinking. Only when you can afford it and put it down can you relax.
8. In the past year, Mars had a good time, and the fairy got drunk when she got off the boat. Poetry falls with the grass, and the wine is wide.
9, life is like wine, half awake and half drunk, things are impermanent, life is like wine, people are cold and warm, and the world is cold!
10, others may think that I am massive, or that I am very generous in drinking. In fact, only my own psychology is weighing the bitterness.