How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.
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Gao Tang Ming/mirror worries about white hair, although the morning is dark, the night has turned into snow
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! .
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink. Don't stop drinking.
Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.
How many people are amazed, cherry egrets fall in two rows.
Today, the emperor's ship came again, but Li Taibai was not there.
There are hundreds of articles about drunkenness today.
Poetry through the ages is written only because you are Brewmaster.
The Shu Road is hard to walk, hard to walk. Can't you see that the world has been destroyed?
I asked you when you wouldn't return it, and the son of heaven wouldn't get on the boat.
What's the use of being born to me? There are some weights in my pen.
It's another bright yellow dream, where the landscape is full of wine.
Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.
Look at the rain outside the window when you are drunk. There are no stars in the sky.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword and raise your cup to drown your sorrow.
Three thousand glasses of wine to the maharaja, and let me swim around the world from now on.
Climbing over the eaves, three thousands of feet, a paper of lofty sentiments.
Who is the son of heaven and earth?
This white-haired thousands of feet is to pay for my lovesickness.
Thousands of cups of spirits are sent to the wild, according to the king and touch.
Laugh at the sky and go out, and our generation will write down Kunlun sentences.
I want to penetrate the power of the sky, and half a remnant poem will be written by later generations.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, looking at my shadow, let us three.
The flowers have gone and withered this spring, so where is the old man's grave?
There will be wine, cups will not stop, sunset will go, and heaven and earth will go.
Three hundred emperors won through the ages, which is not worth a word.
Look at the bright moon outside the window and see the sins of the previous dynasty.
There are three thousand pages before and after the history book, which page is not stained with blood?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks in his favorite place, and Ling Xiaoyu is drunk in the clouds.
The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man, and the man has passed his next death.
I want to write down this day, but the world is on the other side.
Drunk in the clouds, you deserve a fairy.
You and I are imprisoned between heaven and earth, and you are riding a juvenile tour with a whip.
A cup of drunken white floor, and * * * pin eternal sorrow.
Hate that I'm a thousand years late and can't sleep with you drunk.
When the piano breaks, sing it to me loudly.
You and I are imprisoned between heaven and earth, and you are riding a juvenile tour with a whip.
A cup of drunken white floor, and * * * pin eternal sorrow.
Hate that I'm a thousand years late and can't sleep with you drunk.
When the piano breaks, sing it to me loudly.