Appreciation of prose poems describing wine: getting drunk without wine, listening to songs in a sunny day.
Yang Fang dances Shu Mei, too.
A few geese came back and passed by the old cold village.
The fate of dust still remembers the place where we held hands, the dense fog all night.
How can you get drunk without wine?
Who is beautiful on the shore of the sandbar?
A pair of romantic seagulls languished in the ceremony.
Why rush each other? It's hard to say goodbye when you turn around.
Don't say anything, the rain is like tears in the mist.
Stories that are too far away make me feel a little cold.
Ask the crow to take it anywhere to post letters.
It didn't know the pain until it flew, and it wrote the address wrong.
Appreciation of prose poems about wine Part II: It's cold when you're drunk.
There is no snow.
Menkou shochu
dispel cold
But I can't get rid of it
Miss you.
It's winter again
It's the New Year again.
Make it clear?
I still lost you.
hear nothing of
Because I don't understand
Don't know feelings
Don't understand you.
The reception was intoxicating.
You will also
You are more charming.
Have a mystery bar.
Can't forget you
Just miss it.
Can't see you
Imagine that.
Imagine you crying and smiling.
Imagine your life.
I'm still happy without me
Please forgive me for thinking so.
That's all I can do
Appreciation of prose poems about wine Part III: I met her in a sad wine dream. She is the beautiful snow lotus queen.
She was left with an uninhabited pier. She wanted to go, so did she in the end.
I cut my hand with a knife and let the blood flow out. Lian, don't go.
Don't go, she didn't say anything, and she didn't leave anything on the boat. Who can pour me a glass of wine? After drinking it, I won't get hurt or cry.
Please pour another glass of wine. Drink it, forget the flowers and the moon, forget the gentleness of your timid smile. Please pour another glass of wine. Get drunk, how to face tomorrow, how to move towards a beautiful spring and autumn?
I covered the wound on my hand with wine, and I can't remember whether it was blood or tears.
Please pour one glass after another, only wine, only you go away, go away.
Appreciation of prose poems describing wine Part IV: Sorrow is a glass of wine that I can't get drunk. I am alone under the bright moon.
Drink a cup of bitter wine.
Want to rush to get drunk.
forget the sorrow
Sink into dreams that you can't think about.
There is a future I look forward to.
But sadness is an endless glass of wine.
The brighter the month, the astringent the wine and the clearer the heart.
At the temperature of 35 degrees in the past, the moonlight was cold.
I saw traffic and trees.
But I can't see my way and my way home.
In the cold moonlight
My lonely figure
Where is the corner where I cry?
Leave,
All living things that breathe.
Please leave me a corner where I can't see the light for a month.
Let me cry alone, with moonlight on my back
Stiff days
In the eyes of concern
Crying became a luxury.
Nothing can soothe the despair in my heart.
Remind yourself from time to time how hard it is to live.
Just let me cry.
In a corner without outsiders
Tears may wash away the despair that comes out from time to time.
life
Why are you so miserable?
I wasted all these years.
It's time to insult me.
Will there be an end?
Give me a chance to repent.
Let me make up for all the wasted time.
Under the bright moon