Wine is the sustenance of strong and complex emotions of ancient literati. Please follow the prompts to write poems about wine.

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival"

I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"

Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea splash away. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who wants the west wind to cool down alone"

Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was fierce, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: The Rain and the Wind Last Night"

The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately when you want to drink Pipa. ——Wang Han's "Two Poems from Liangzhou·Part 1"

Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers of water are blown by the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Toast to the bright moon and make three people look at each other. Li Bai - "Drinking Alone under the Moon"

If you have wine now and you are drunk now, don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

Li Bai - "About to Enter the Wine"