Du Fu writes wine poems.
The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in.
The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
The market for plate food is far from delicious, but here in my cabin there are old wines from our cups.
Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
2 Du Fu's poem about wine: "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago, but now their temples are gray!
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
Good to their father's old friends. Where are you from?
Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.
Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the morning cooking room.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
3 Du Fu's poem about wine: "Singing the Eight Immortals in Drinking"
Zhang Zhi rode a horse like a boat, dazzled, and fell asleep at the bottom of the well.
Ruyang has three fights in the sky, and the road is salivating at the corner of the car.
I wish I could not move the capital to Jiuquan. The left phase is booming,
Drinking is like a whale sucking a hundred rivers, and a cup of music is called a saint.
Zongzi is a handsome boy, looking 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 has a hundred poems,
Sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an. When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat.
Call myself 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.
Jiao Sui's five buckets of rice are outstanding and have amazing eloquence.
4 Du Fu's poem about wine: "Ascending the Mountain"
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
5 Du Fu's poem about wine: "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
6 Du Fu's wine poems: "Two Poems of Qujiang"
A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.
And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.
The small hall on the river is full of jade, with high lace and unicorn lying.
We must eat, drink and be merry in physics, so why trip this body with a floating name?
Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
The scenery of the message is flowing, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.