(A Message from Wangchuan to Pei Di by Wang Wei) But it intoxicated the host, and I don't know where it is. (Li Bai's "Being a Guest") I woke up to have sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
(Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) The fisherman was drunk and nobody called him. When he woke up in the New Year, the boat was covered with snow. (Han Wo's Drunk) When my friend and I were so drunk, Tao Ran * * * forgot the machine.
(Down to Zhongnanshan, to Li Bai's good pillow and bowl in Hu Si) But which ten glasses of wine can make me drunk, because I have your love in my heart. . (Du Fu's Eight Guards for Chu Shi) I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
(Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Lan Shan Lun" to Zhang) What is a bell and drum, what is a delicacy and what is a treasure? I hope you don't have to wake up when you are drunk. (Li Bai's "Into the Wine") Beauty still sings the meaning of drunkenness, and it is like an electric brush for forty-three years.
(Su Shi's Magnolia) Drunk with the moon, the sage in the dream, bewitched in the flowers, the monarch is deaf. (Li Bai's "A Word to Meng Haoran") Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a border state.
If you fall off your hat and get drunk, you will have friends. Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. The moonlight is drunk, and the mountain flowers are needed.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
The summer in Yongzhou was wet and hot, so that the man dozed off drunk, pushed open the north window and had a long sleep. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
Bai Mei is lazy and eager to open his eyes first.
2. There are also poems about drunken people. 23. Dead wood and bamboo stones, the wind blowing leaves and dancing in the clear sky, I play crazy songs and call for heroes.
After the song, raise a glass and ask heaven, who laughs at my sincerity. There is a moon in the cup and a day in the belly.
How many times can you get drunk in life? Why not drink till dawn? 24. Outside Taiwan Province, ten thousand cups of wine are immersed in the heart, and you are drunk and talk about juvenile madness. The wind blows away, and I bully the overlord alone.
Why did you bow and shoot Sirius when you broke Kowloon Hall? Today, wine invites the bright moon, and poetry is in Wang Yang. 33. Leave in a hurry, when will you return? The grass is full of sadness.
Look down at the water flowing east, look up at the sky, and watch the geese fly south. Waving is already tearful. May the spring breeze be pleasant.
Spring breeze is charming, and this ecstasy is the same as spring. 35. Where is Liu Hongqiang's toast to Jun Jun? Empty to the moon to tell my sadness.
About how to drive a hero. Drunk and carefree in the street. I often hate myself. If I'm lucky, why did I fall into nine robberies out of thin air? Pursuing the bloom of the past, who will compete for the same glory? 6. The splash-ink fairy figure is full of gas fields, and snowflakes fly to the young head.
A group of snakes trapped a giant elephant and got drunk to solve a thousand worries. 14. Yueyang Tower was drunk and angry, and woke up in the storm.
Yunmeng volcano is 3 thousand miles away, and there is an explosion. Sweep fame and fortune, sweep the soldiers in the world.
Mo Wen shares life and death on the way forward, blood out. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long. I hate the size of the world, the sea of people, and no one shares my joys and sorrows.
It's a long story Learn to be a singer and ask seagulls to heaven. Why? Teenagers have become, white-haired old people? It's hard to raise a glass and hate shame when you get drunk.
Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs. But the world says: a barren hill.
Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I do not know when to roar? Under heaven, for ordinary people, drive away the cold autumn. 2. The hero of Xiyuan Yajitu is not without tears, but suffering from the heart.
Heaven rewards diligence, but the heart of the strong is hard to extinguish. Long live sincerity. Everything is ready for today's hero party.
Friends all over the world, singing in spring, drunk with the sky. Xii. He Sina IV 1. Where can I find the yellow crane in the first year of high school? Leaving only the skies of Wan Li and Bai Yunfei.
It used to be a holiday to say good night, which was suspected to be a mistake. Who ever wanted to make a promise? Why does this feeling last so long? I had to ask passers-by at the end of the world: flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water. Chibi, with a long history, is the legacy of heroism, and it has made great strides in the north and south of the river.
The mountains and plains are full of heroic colors, and cold stars shine in the sky. It is unwilling to be lonely for five thousand years. Drunk in the pavilion, sighing for a long time, watching bloom fall again: the autumn wind rises, and the sound is rustling.
Words, such as infatuation. When you read it carefully, every sentence is amazing.
Four poems by Xijiang Yue 1. Drinking a thousand bottles of wine on the pillow of Qiaotou poetry makes a thousand ancient poems drunk. Pentium thousands of miles empty, chest for madness.
Excuse me, sentient beings, who will fight for me? The rainbow flew to the overpass, crossing me hundreds of millions of miles. Drunk flower shadows: two 1. Barren valley, clear blue, towering green hills, such as cutting, climbing the heart is like fire.
There is a mountain outside the mountain, and there is a sky outside. I advise you not to forget them. I often think that I have made a country, and I have never lost my true colors. There is righteousness in the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, and it is stormy.
2. Farming and weaving farmers look forward to the spring rain and shed tears on rice. Have any children ever asked: Who do you complain to? Reading is a nation now, and it takes a long time to work hard.
I will never forget the old village chief, who gave me a handful of soil from my hometown. In 1950, it rained heavily near Natsume in Zhu Yingtai.
The rain is getting heavier. After many ups and downs, a friend in need is a true friend.
Take away: three books, remain uncorrupted. Can't take it away: become famous all your life.
Meet again, ten miles in the suburbs are green and ten miles in the peach blossoms are red. Surfing in the East China Sea and drinking in Xiahe City.
Drunk: Light bonfires and sing fishing songs. * * * Wish: world peace.
May 1st, Sixianghua 1. A cup of bitter wine in the shade, drunk in my heart. Miss Yi, go to the tall building alone.
May we be together for a long time, no more tears. There is wind and rain. What do you want? How many greetings have the years taken away? Hand in hand, who will you swim with? Like a dream, you know? Like: a cloud, a fog, a sorrow.
3. Listening to the breeze, this life is chic, which is a heroic move. How many years? Eat and sleep in the wind.
How many greetings? How many blessings? Right: the sky is silent, the earth is silent, and people are speechless. There are only a few heroes in the world.
Ask Zusheng, who will make it up? In the middle of the stream, I smell chickens dancing. Ren: Sorrow is like a string, sorrow is like silk, and hatred is like a wisp.
3. backyard flowers Yushu backyard, tearful. Endless: affectionate.
Tears are spilled all over the floor, and the world is wide. Read: How much grace? How much love? How many dreams? I miss my hometown, my relatives and friends, and my leaves are green and colorful. How many years? Wandering alone.
Sigh: How windy is it? How much rain? How much affection? .
3. Poetry with wine or poetry with drunkenness about writing wine acropolis Qu Wang Wei Acropolis is rainy and dusty, 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 loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? Li Bai, Lan Ling, Hakka wine tulip, jade bowl amber light.
But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. Will goodwill be guaranteed? , I see the Milky Way Long Road, and Cao Cao's Drinking Short Song. What's the life geometry? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, Shen Yin has come a long way.
A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.
As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless.
Talk about the banquet and miss the old grace. There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south and circle the tree three times. What branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep.
The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.