Poetry about thinking of others when drunk 1. Poems about getting drunk.
Li Bai broke up in a hotel in Nanjing
A gust of wind blew and the catkins were fragrant. Wu Ji suppressed the wine and advised the guests to enjoy it. Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?
Juvenile Li Bai
Wuling teenager, Jinshi Dong, silver saddle and white horse with spring breeze. Where the fallen flowers swim, laughing into the Huji wine shop.
Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, arrive at the wild lake, and take pictures without sleep. There should be no hate, everything is biased towards other times. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
2. A poem about a person who is slightly drunk after drinking.
1, recommended "until, raise my cup, I ask the bright moon, bring my shadow to me, let the three of us".
2. This poem comes from Li Bai's poem "Drinking the Moon Alone", which describes Li Bai drinking alone among the flowers in the moonlight, personifying the moon to invite him to drink, adding his own shadow in the moonlight, and happily believing that the three of them are not alone in drinking together.
Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
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.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
4. In another poem of Wang Wei's "On Mountain Holidays, I miss my Shandong brothers", there is a sentence that "we know where the brothers climb, but we need one person to plant dogwood", but it refers to climbing on the Double Ninth Festival, not drinking.
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After you leave, I want you to remember one thing: don't forget to think of me. When you miss me, don't forget that I miss you too.
Miss a person at midnight, the moonlight is like water, miss a person between reality and illusion, so a kind of love expands its owner's heart, eager to find a beach to drown you, but will you bypass this rainy season and think that I bow my head and turn around, and can't feel the tenderness in your depths? You only gave me dreams, but not love. I am destined to slip through this happy pasture and banish the sadness without shore. Missing someone is a memory, forgetting is a wait. When I am lonely, I write sentimental words-like the autumn wind blowing through the Woods. Do you understand my feelings? Waiting for people to sit on the edge of this city and watch spring, just like I watch you at dusk this autumn. I can't do anything to miss your lonely leaves. You won't hold back. A smile is a water lily in a dream. You are the god in my life, you will never know each other, but you will depend on each other for a lifetime.
After you leave, I want you to remember one thing: don't forget to think of me. When you miss me, don't forget that I miss you too.
Missing is endless …, missing is endless …, memories are beautiful …, the past cannot be forgotten …, I must do it every day when I miss you.
4. What are the poems describing sleepless nights and missing someone?
Shi Shaosong's Cabin in the Mountain
In the atrium, the moon shines in the middle of the night and the ring is blocked.
I want to sleep late at night, and there is a sound of autumn water on my pillow.
Guo Yin's Autumn is Eight Things
The pure heart seems too clear, and the clouds are clear.
In the middle of the night, people are sleepy, sometimes listening to the sound of leaves falling in the open courtyard.
Zhao Fan's Ode to the Plum in the Study
I remember I didn't hate May yesterday, and now I leave very late.
North Korea has been warm in February, and the old environment is urging flowers.
Protection can increase people's intelligence, and depravity is a sad word.
I want to forget my sleep late at night, and I will be more worried about the wind and rain tomorrow.
Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
5. What are the poems with drunken characters?
23. Dead trees and bamboo stones, the wind blowing leaves and dancing in the clear sky, I play crazy songs to 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? .
6. Poems about missing someone
I once wrote a letter to my girlfriend, hehe, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.
Locked eyebrows and lovesick eyes penetrate
One water separates two kinds of sorrow.
Who can solve the suffering of the silver people and the Han people?
The world strives to be a magpie fairy.
Write another song for you, after all, I have been lovesick:
Tears in Hua Hudie's shadow sheet
Yiyi didn't hate yesterday.
Why do you wake up after being drunk?
Who pities a lovesickness?
Hehe, I was wrong. It's an ex-girlfriend I thought it was my girlfriend now. I want to write some more songs. Forget it. However, since it says, it may be good to give it to your girlfriend when you are young. Bless you.