A poem with one cup, two cups and three glasses of wine

A glass of wine, a poem; Two glasses of wine, spring and autumn; Three glasses of wine are affectionate; Four glasses of wine, tears streaming down her face. Friends have a thousand glasses of wine, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. Tonight in the till, I raised my cup and asked the bright moon that Wan Li is beautiful!

There are other beautiful articles about wine for us to enjoy:

There is something in the cup, magical and ordinary, like water is not water, colorless and shapeless, the cup is square, round and round, the cup is always flat, the cup is dry and human.

When the exhibition is warm as water, it is stronger than fire. The world is puzzled, but it is relished; Many people have a man as a friend, but few people know his deep taste. Many people love it, and many people hate it. Even those who love and hate it are at arm's length, tied their ties and involuntarily. This reading is long, and that reading is short, which is difficult to explain and has both praise and blame.