The poems about poetry, wine and tea include:
1. "Huanxisha·Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone" Qing Nalan Xingde
Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
2. "Drinking with a Stranger in the Mountains" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The two drank together, and the flowers bloomed on the mountain, one cup after another. I'm drunk and want to sleep, please go away. I want to bring Qin to you tomorrow morning.
3. "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" Yin of the Ming Dynasty
In Taohuawu, there is a peach blossom nunnery, and there is a peach blossom fairy in Taohua nunnery. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. When I'm sober, I just sit in front of the flowers; when I'm drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers. Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. I wish I could die in my old age and spend my time drinking wine, rather than bow in front of my carriage.
Cars, dust and horses are enough for the rich, and wine-gold branches are good for the poor. If you compare the rich and the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If the poor and the lowly were compared to a chariot and a horse, he would have to drive and I would have nothing to do. Others laugh at me for being too cool, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
4. "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River: Transcendent Stage Work" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The spring is not old yet, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain. After a cold meal, I woke up and sighed. Stop thinking about your old friends and your homeland, and try new tea with new fires. Poetry and wine take advantage of your youth.
5. "Ask Liu Nineteenth" Tang Bai Juyi
Green ants' new fermented wine, red clay small stove. It's snowing in the evening, and I can't help but drink a cup.