The smell of wine pervaded the valley.
Reporting Chai Fei in the evening,
Reflects a hint of red in the quiet stove.
It's snowing, but people are talking easily:
How about a glass of wine inside? ?
Poet Leshan water,
Good wine is in Tianjia.
An old friend made an appointment to go for an outing.
Tao Ran raised his glass to pay tribute to Sangma.
Drinking and chatting,
Old men go through winter and summer.
Shall we ask my old neighbor to join us,
Open the awning door and sweep away the fallen flowers.
Don't be different in all directions,
There is wine at four o'clock
Facing flowers and shadows alone,
And with the bright moon * * *;
Take the mountain as a bottle,
Drunk and singing with a gourd ladle!
Before singing for five willow leaves,
After the song, it came out.
Looking for a paradise,
The breeze slowly entered my arms.
Sunny and rainy,
Where are the apricot flowers in the restaurant?
The stars last night and the wind last night,
People are comfortable drinking spring wine today.
Chongyang Chrysanthemum is yellow,
Who brought the wine diligently?
A bottle of homemade wine soothes the face,
Looking at my hometown with tears in my eyes.
The amber light of the jade bowl,
The master drank lanling wine;
Yellow leaves drift away,
Wandering in my heart shouting for Xinfeng wine;
Pipa urges expedition,
Get on the horse and want to drink wine;
Will rest at the foot of the mountain in the south ,
Dismount and drink fairy wine.
Farewell to Weicheng Gate,
Advise you to drink more wine;
Farewell to the Ji Feng Post,
I don't know when to pour wine again;
Every time we meet, we may get drunk,
Floating clouds are as old as before;
The brigade commander was drunk,
Moonlight meets Jiangnan autumn;
Save a cup and pass it on.
I am afraid of Xiao Zhong and it is difficult to stay for a long time;
Passing the gazebo where I took the wine,
Yuqiao has been drunk for a long time;
Go home,
Sing my songs loudly and drink my wine;
Don't stop drinking,
Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! !
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes.
I drank one glass after another.
The moon shines on the head of the city,
You must have wine when you play the piano and listen to songs.
Enjoy yourself,
After three rounds of hook shooting.
When you're sober,
Drunk again and again.
Old and gray,
Heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
Cold roasted broken cups,
People often worry about people's livelihood in difficult times.
The sun sets,
The journey is lonely.
Xunyang Jiangtou seeks a bosom friend,
Listen to string songs in a brothel on a rainy night.
Qinhuai lights are on and off,
I can't stand it if I don't drink!
Yangzhou's dream is sad,
The frontier fortress is desolate
A glass of hard liquor is a hero,
Dragons sing and tigers roar.
Drunk on the battlefield,
Looking at the long river.
Lao Xuan drank the celebration wine,
Drunk thunder encourages war.
Eternal romance and singing,
Full of poetry, heading for the bullfight.
Why are you a poet?
Du Fu is Shang Yue:
Every move, but ten glasses can make me drunk,
Language is not amazing!
Why are you a poet?
Li Bai put out the lamp and said:
The cost of pure wine, gold cup, 10 thousand copper for a hip flask,
After a hundred poems and drinking.
Drunk Kyushu,
A ode to the Spring and Autumn Period.
Huang Huang Tang poetry wine is the soul,
The soul travels with the white clouds for thousands of years!