Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, strangers, and drink alone.
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry.
I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth.
Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk.
I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.
2. Drinking four bright moons alone (part two)-Tang Li Bai
If you don't love wine, the wine star can't go to heaven.
If you don't like wine, you shouldn't have the name Jiuquan.
Since heaven and earth love wine, I am worthy of heaven loving wine.
First, I heard that wine is better than saints, and then I heard that turbidity is better than saints.
Since sages are drinking, why ask for immortals?
Three glasses of wine can lead to Confucianism, and it is natural for Taoism to drink it all in one game.
I'm just drunk for fun, and this smell can't be passed down!
Interpretation of vernacular:
Heaven does not love wine, and wine stars cannot go to heaven.
If you don't like wine, there should be no Jiuquan.
Since both heaven and earth love wine, I deserve it.
First I heard that wine is purer than holiness, and then I heard that wine is turbid than virtue.
Since all saints and sages drink, why bother to seek immortality?
Three glasses of wine can lead to Confucianism and Taoism, and a barrel of wine conforms to the nature of Taoism.
I just want to get drunk, and this kind of fun can't be passed on to the awakened one!
3. Drinking four bright moons alone (part two)-Tang Li Bai
In Chang 'an in March, the spring is beautiful and the spring flowers are brilliant.
If I am lonely and sad in spring, who can only drink blindly for this beautiful scenery?
Wealth, poverty and longevity are naturally different, and each has its own talent.
There is no difference between natural life and life in a glass, and nothing in the world is conclusive.
When I was drunk, I lost my mind and plunged into my pillow.
I don't know myself, where can I find this kind of happiness?
Interpretation of vernacular:
In Chang 'an in March, the spring is beautiful and the spring flowers are like brocade.
Who can be as lonely as me in spring and only know how to drink here?
Rich and poor and longevity are inherently different, and each has its own strengths.
There is no difference between life and death in the wine glass, not to mention that everything in the world is inconclusive at all.
Lost the world after drunkenness, plunged into the solitary pillow.
I didn't know I had myself when I was intoxicated. Where can I find this kind of happiness?
4. Drinking four poems of the bright moon alone-reading Li Bai
Infinite worries are inextricably linked. I have 300 glasses of wine.
Even if the wine is less sad, the wine will not return.
Therefore, I know that a wine saint has a mellow heart and a bright self.
Words can only live in seclusion, without eating, drinking and hunger.
What's the use of fame if you don't want to drink it in the present age?
Crab pliers are a panacea, and the bad mountain is Penglai.
Have a drink for a while and get drunk on the high platform by moonlight.
Interpretation of vernacular:
There are many kinds of endless troubles. I have 300 glasses of wine.
Although there is more sorrow and less wine, once it is poured, it will never come back.
That's why I know the sage in the wine. Even if there is less sorrow, wine is cheerful.
Ci Su Can only lives in seclusion in shouyangshan, and Yan Hui will starve, eat and drink.
Contemporary people are reluctant to drink, what's the use of fake names?
Crab claw is a fairy medicine, and the bad mountain is Penglai.
Let's have a drink first and get drunk on the platform in the moonlight.