2. Original text
Drink the songs of the Eight Immortals
Du Fu
Knowing that Zhang rode like a boat, he was dazzled and sank into the bottom of the well. Ruyang's three fights began in the sky,
The road is drooling in front of the car. I wish I could not seal it to Jiuquan. It takes thousands of dollars for Zuo Xiang to get rich.
Drinking is like a whale sucking a hundred rivers, and a cup of music is called a saint. A handsome and beautiful boy,
Look up at the sky, as bright as Yushu before the wind. Embroidered Buddha for a long time before Su Jinzhai,
When you are drunk, you often love to escape Zen. Li Bai wrote a hundred poems in a bucket and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an.
The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster. Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,
Before taking off his hat and revealing the top of the maharaja, he waved a piece of paper like a cloud. Five buckets of rice with scorched ears are outstanding,
Talk about the four feasts of male discrimination and surprise.
3. Translation
He rode a horse after drinking, swaying like a boat. He fell into the well with dim eyes and fell asleep at the bottom of the well.
Li Xian, the king of Ruyang, drank three glasses of wine and went to see the son of heaven. On the way, I met a car filled with distiller's yeast, and the smell of wine made my mouth water. It's a pity that it can't be sealed in Jiuquan County, where the water tastes like wine.
Shi Li, the right-hand man, spends thousands of dollars to drink like a whale swallowing the water of a hundred rivers in order to rise every day. It is claimed that the purpose of drinking is to get rid of politics and make way for beauty.
Cui Zongzhi is a handsome young man. When he has a drink, he often looks up at the sky. His handsome figure is like a well-proportioned tree.
Although Su Jin fasted before the Buddha, he often forgot the Buddhist precepts when drinking.
Li Bai can write hundreds of poems in a wine fight. He goes to Chang 'an Street Restaurant to drink and often sleeps in restaurants. The son of heaven gave a banquet in the lake and asked him to preface the poem. He refused to get on the boat because he was drunk, claiming to be Brewmaster.
Zhang Xu drank three glasses of wine and wrote a book with a brush. People called him Cao Xian. He often takes off his hat in front of princes and nobles and scribbles books. If God helps him, his book will be like a cloud of smoke on the paper.
After drinking five glasses of wine, I regained my spirits. The conversation at the banquet often surprises everyone.