There are many works with distinctive and unique styles in ancient poetry, some are elegant, some are gloomy and tragic, some are exquisite and handsome, and some are truly extraordinary. The theme of poetry is nothing more than frontier fortress, wandering, complaining, pastoral scenery, expressing ambition in in my heart forever, etc. But no matter what style or theme, the appearance of "wine" in poetry will be more or less contaminated with a kind of melancholy.
"Drunk and not laughing on the battlefield, there have been several wars since ancient times", "Wan Li has a glass of turbid wine, and Ran Yan has not lost his mind" and so on are all written generously and tragically. The patriotism inside is touching, but what is more touching is the faint desolation and bitterness implied in it. And "watching swords after drinking and blowing horns in dreams" adds a bit of boldness. "You can laugh several times in life, and you will get drunk when you meet someone" adds a touch of optimism to it, but its tone is tragic and bitter. It is also a touch of sadness that shows the magnificence of his heroic image, and the carrier of this implication is "wine".
Frustration is the emotion of many literati. Li Bai's "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't point his golden cup at the moon!" " And Su Shi's "When is the bright moon?" Asking for wine from heaven is all works of "drowning one's sorrows with wine". Its ambition is hard to reward, its ambition is hard to stretch, and its bosom friend is hard to find, so I have to talk about wine, and there is "since from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone." No one is with me; Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, brought my shadow, and let the three of us ",sighed" Life is like a dream, a bottle is still a month ",and" Five horses, thousands of gold and fur, give that boy a good wine, just like you ". And this kind of "but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, raising our glasses to eliminate our worries is even more worrying", which is the emotion that the poet tries to hide but inadvertently runs through the whole poem. Although there is a move that "life is full of wine, the golden cup is empty to the bright moon"! This "pleasure" is really a sense of loss. Without wine, you can't get rid of it, and you should forget "When you wake up from a sad dream, the sunset shines deeply in the courtyard".
Sorrow is the mainstream of poetry emotion, which is inseparable from "parting from sorrow" and has an indissoluble bond with wine. "The high-rise building in the bright moon rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears", which makes people sad everywhere; "When a bottle of wine is heavy and refined" also contains great sorrow; "After dusk, the wine in Dongli has a faint fragrance and sleeves" is full of feelings, and "Advise you to make more wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason" is a full meaning.
"Shimen Road opens again, there is a golden urn" and so on, which are all talked about by later generations. The touching nature is the sadness contained in the wine. Not to mention the intensity of "I am only free to get drunk every day and full of romantic worries about others"; The cold farewell of "where the wine wakes up tonight, where the breeze fades in Yang Liuan" and the wine, this magical thing, is the embodiment of many emotions.
Of course, among many sorrows, there is no doubt that "it is easy to get drunk when you first taste green wine, but it is difficult to sleep in a small window" and "there are thousands of poems and wines, and I have looked at the princes several times".
Throughout China's ancient poems, as long as wine is involved, there will always be a trace of sadness, because the thousand-year history of wine has given birth to the unique connotation of the thousand-year wine culture, that is, "to drown one's sorrows by drinking". This unique connotation was skillfully, naturally and creatively endowed with richer connotations by China ancient poetry writers.
2. Farewell poem "Send Yuan Twenty Shores Xi"
(Tang) Wang Wei
Weicheng is drizzling,
The green willow in the guest house is new in color.
I advise you to drink more wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.
Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.
(Tang) Li Bai
My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Bo Wang
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.
Why linger at the fork in the road, the child is stained with towels.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. [ 1]
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Yu Linling [1]
Liu Yong
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. [2]
Nothing is in the mood, [3] nostalgia, [4] Lanzhou urging. [5]
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears in my eyes, I was speechless and choked up. [6]
Reading-going to a thousand miles of smoke, [7] sinking into the sky at dusk. [8]
Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of snubbing the autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.
These years, [9] should be a good time and a good scene in name only.
Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to? [ 10]
Step on the sand
Ouyang Xiu
The plum blossoms are waiting in the pavilion, the willows on the bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence.
Spring mountain is everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside the mountain.
Chen Liang shui Diao ge tou
Send Zhang demao and Qing to master Lu.
I haven't seen Nanshi for a long time, saying that the North Mission is empty.
Hand on the spot, give it back to me after all.
Laughing at Ambassador China, like a river, still only flows eastward.
When I return to the dome, I will go to Water Street.
The capital of Yao, the land of Shun, the seal of Yu,
There should be a half-disgraced minister.
Wan Li's gamey smell is so much, and the eternal spirit is there. When will it be there?
Why did Hu Yun ask? What day is among them.
Zhang Gan Yuan He Xinlang
Send Hu Bangheng to NSW.
Dream around Shenzhou Road, melancholy-the autumn wind draws corners, and the Forbidden City leaves the millet.
At its root, Kunlun is dominant, and nine foxes are turbulent.
God's will is never difficult to ask, but it is easy to say that you are sad when you are old.
More Nanpu, farewell.
The willow trees on the cool shore heat up the summer. More diarrhea river, the stars are thin and the moon is thin, and the clouds are slightly broken.
I know where to turn around and talk in bed.
If the goose doesn't come, the book becomes a book.
Cao Kener hates you. Xiubai listens to gold thread.
Xin Qiji's magnolia is slow
At the dinner table, Zhang Zhonggu is handsome and far-reaching.
Hanzhong started his business in the Han Dynasty. Is this the right place?
We should point our swords at Sanqin and the glory of the king and return to the East after World War I. 。
After death, I can't see today, and the mountains and rivers are full of tears.
The setting sun is broken and the west wind is empty.
A book is the teacher of the emperor, trying to explore the west.
More-leave in a hurry, hurry on the road, worry about the banner.
You missed me. Looking back, Zhenjiang Shadow Goose first flew.
Andrew's wheel has four corners, so it is difficult to reduce the waist.
Zuo Si's Eight Poems about Epics
Write poems about history
The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain.
One inch in diameter, which can cover the 100 feet.
The world is tall and handsome.
Because of the terrain, the origin is not once.
Zhang Jin was born in the old Shang Dynasty, a seven-leaf marten.
Feng Gong is not great, but he doesn't know what to do with his white head.
Chen Ziang
Never before, never after.
I miss the vastness of heaven and earth, and I cry alone.
Climb the Phoenix Terrace from Nanjing.
Lipper
Phoenix, which used to play here, named this place after them, but now it has given up and came to this desolate river.
The path of the Wu Palace is crooked, and the golden clothes are old and dusty.
Three mountains and a half fall out of the sky, like this Egret Island divides water.
A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
3. Farewell to Don. I dismounted to propose a toast to you and asked where you were going and why.
You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
Chengwei Qutang Wangwei, also known as "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores Xi", is drizzling and dusty in Chengwei, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
When money falls off the list, there should be no hermit when Tang was in power, and wise people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's fate that you can't get into the Golden Horse Gate. Who says I'm wrong? You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing.
We also bid farewell to the wine on the outskirts of Chang' an, and our bosom friends will be separated from me now. You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
The trees in the distant mountains cover your shadow, and the sunset is beautiful and colorful. When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
"Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling was cold and rainy, and Wu and Fujian were lonely at night. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is a piece of ice in the jade pot. The Tang dynasty sent people to the east to see the yellow leaves of Wen, and you insisted on giving up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
I asked you again and again when we would meet again and drank wine to comfort her. Jade, Song, cold and sad, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
4. The ancient poems about farewell are sad, not sad, but sad. Parting —— Nine Songs and Less Thinking about Life by Chu Quyuan in the Warring States Period.
The green grass is like a thread, and it flies away. Nagato didn't start spring, so he advanced to class. The beam is boundless, and the eaves are cold and eager to wear. Today, with the red calyx, the past is still sad. First, don't meet Qiu Hong and Liu Chi.
It is easier to see when you are away, and the spring water is exhausted, which is heaven and earth-Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
No, no, three rivers, chasing six counties.
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful. There were no people before, and now the water is still cold.
Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.
If you keep cutting, you will be confused, which means leaving your sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu's "Meeting You".
Untie the rope. Go away and watch you. I'm still standing for a long time.
Talking about a glass of wine will make you feel sad as soon as possible. Night flowers float and dew, and dark water rushes back. The geese flew last month, and the sound of insects reflected autumn. Clearly, on the Jiangliang River, who is Xianzhou?
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward. At dusk, people are far from waking up, and it is raining all over the sky in the west building.
Being far away from hate is like spring grass —— Qing Ping Le by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The flowing water is connected to Wugang, so it doesn't hurt to say goodbye.
The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.
Flowers fly, leaves flourish, friends leave the capital, the twilight pavilion in the clouds and the prosperity of the empire, and the ancient and modern love is all in it. Pedestrians don't listen to the water in front of officials. It's just the sound of years passing.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows the monarch —— Don Gao Shi's Biedongda.
The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.
There is no reason to persuade the monarch to drink more, but to go out of Yangguan in the west —— Wei Wei's Weicheng Qu
Think before you spend your time —— Sui's Everyday Someone is Homesick
Stars in the morning and evening, friends are hard to meet —— Tang Du Fu's "Giving Eight to Wei"
My friend, I have watched you go down the mountain, and the dusk is over Chai Fei. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
Only love, love without hate is like endless spring, no matter the time to send you home in the south and north of the Yangtze River.
The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing has slowed down —— Nineteen ancient poems of Han Dynasty: Walking and Returning.
Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.
5. The farewell poem with wine is 1. Modaoqiu River is hard to leave, and the boat will be in Chang 'an tomorrow.
2. The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. The bright moon hides tall trees, but the long river doesn't know.
Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held? Last night, at the beginning of frost, I crossed the river singing Farewell to Wanderers. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
6. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
7. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. 8. Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. 10, oh, go and ask this east-flowing river if it can go further than the love of friends! .
1 1, Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
12, a glass of white jade wine, March poplar. The spring breeze can sway for a few days, and you and I are gray at the temples.
13, here you must leave me and float away like a loose water grass for hundreds of miles. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
14, we watched him go east through the tower gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianfeng Road. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
15, dawning into the future, leaving the old man alone. 16, the lonely sail shadow on the sunset river, with green grass, Wan Li, Hunan.
17. Affectionate feelings have been hurting and parting since ancient times, which is more comparable and snubbing the clear autumn festival. 18, the leaves of the plane rained in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.
19, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn. 20. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind hits autumn.
At the sight of heartbroken, it is a good cloud not to look back.
6. The homesick poem about wine is a complete collection of cold food and hospitality.
Tang Lizhong
Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.
Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
Send friends to the river in the south.
Don Zhang Qiao
Where homesickness accumulates, there is world turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
Gu Xiang xing Hua
Donskontu
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
7. There is a famous saying in Kong Rong's poem about wine that "the guest is always full, but the bottle (cup) of wine is not empty".
Tao Qian wrote in the poem "Complaining Son", "What a lucky day, it's all in the cup".
Zhang wrote in "Boating on the Lake Ledaming in Putian" that "the cup is full of gold".
Li Bai wrote in Drinking the Bright Moon Alone: "from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. "
Tao Qian wrote in "Going Home" that "the pot is for self-concern, and the court is graceful and restrained".
"Ode to Poetry, Shang and Ancestors" records that "it not only reflects clarity, but also reminds me of success".
Su Zhe wrote in the poem "Two Rhymes of Snow", "Give bamboo diligently and persuade yourself to drink white."
In the poem "Shangrao Pavilion", Zhang Hu wrote: "It's just something in the pot, you can pour it yourself when you are worried."