There are 12 wine-related poems in The Book of Songs:
1, Xiaoya Banquet:
At the beginning of the guest banquet, the rank of the left and right ranks, beans are Chu, and food is the core.
Wine is harmonious, drinking holes are open, and bells and drums are set to enjoy escape.
Da Hou resisted, bowed his head and shot his husband, and made meritorious deeds.
Hit the bull's-eye, you drink to my happy price.
Dance sheng, beat drums and play music to welcome Li Bai.
When the ceremony arrives, there will be a forest, wrapped in silver, and the future is bright.
The battle, each can play, the guest hand in hand, and the room people enter again.
Fill the empty cups and give them to the archers.
At the beginning of the banquet, guests were treated with courtesy, but they were not drunk and their dignity was reversed.
It is said that when you are drunk, you will be graceful, sit still and dance fairy repeatedly.
It is not drunk, it is restrained by prestige. It is said that drunkenness is not about wine, and it is majestic.
Because I'm drunk now, I don't know that all the rules and regulations are out of order.
The guest was drunk, carrying the number and carrying it, messing up my beans and dancing repeatedly.
It is said that I was drunk, didn't know its email, was afraid of Russia and danced many times.
Get drunk and benefit, get drunk and not come out, that's the cut.
Drinking is good, but good posture.
All this drinking, whether drunk or not, is both a prison and a history of aid.
It doesn't matter if you're drunk, but it's shameful if you're not drunk. If you don't follow the instructions, you will not be lazy.
Don't talk to bandits, don't talk to bandits, don't talk to drunkards, and don't have children.
You don't even know how to drink three cups. How dare you persuade him to drink another one?
2, "National Wind Qi Feng July":
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.
The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.
No clothes, no brown, why did you die?
On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.
With my daughter-in-law, I'm glad to see you in the south!
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.
In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.
The woman followed behind with a basket, begging for soft mulberry?
Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.
The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.
Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.
Silkworm, moon, mulberry, pick up the axe,
I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide.
Singing in July, achievement in August.
I'm Zhu Kongyang. I'm a son.
Beautiful in April, singing in May.
Harvest in August and fall in October.
A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.
The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.
Privately, publicly.
In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.
July in the wild, August in the rest, September at home,
October cricket, come down to my bed.
The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.
Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.
In June, the food is bitter, and in July, the sunflower and glutinous rice are cooked.
Peel dates in August and get rice in October.
To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.
Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and uncle in September.
Pay for picking tea and eat my farmer.
Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.
The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.
Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.
The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.
I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.
The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.
On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.
First frost in September, washing the floor in October.
Friends drink and say they killed the lamb.
Go to the court and call him: Long life is boundless!