The golden urn is thousands of years old, and the dust of history has already burned faint traces on it. Tonight, by chance. When I lifted the cup again, it was still full of the sadness of the drinkers in the past, as if the years had dried up, just like the fleeting time, leaving a re-embodiment sadness.
Wine, the thing in the cup, every time it reaches the height, the feelings hidden in the depths of the mind will gush out. I like this kind of catharsis without any imprisonment, as if the world is singing with me and the sun and the moon are dancing with me at this moment. The song is tragic, the wind is flying, and it is hard to trust; Dance to desolation, full of pride into screaming all over the sky, hard to send. Count the lofty sentiments of the past and laugh at the blooming of the Millennium lotus in the pool. In the morning and evening, the moss in front of the temples has piled up like snow.
I can drink, but my life is only one hundred years, and spring flowers are only one season. The fairy in the sky should also envy my carefree at this time, and the fairy in the cold should also envy my infatuation. Loneliness has long been forgotten. In everyone's eyes, I am a wild creature, as wild as a wild horse. In the bud, I am a dewdrop, trying to moisten this beautiful color, but it will eventually fall. Vaguely, the long past has turned into sadness, which is gone forever.
Don't stop drinking, a hundred cups will only make you drunk. The battle songs and noise of the ancient battlefield seem to have returned to my ears and echoed in the depths of my thoughts. The lost youth was awakened in this cry, and the boiling blood was ignited in an instant. As an open person, I should stand up and let Haoran stand upright on the road of life, but the bumpy journey made me silent for too long, and at this moment I finally found myself.
Ask heaven for wine, can human drinkers really stay in history? The drifting hero and the immortal hermit are all so pale and powerless in front of this Millennium wine song. At this time, the Yellow River in the song is no longer a yellow river, but a hot feeling. The spring rain outside Weicheng washed away the pain of parting, but the music that lingered for a long time.
Drunk? Not yet. Push a cup for a change and the song will start again. ...
After singing a long song, there was already a sigh during the dinner. Alas, youth has long since left us, and vicissitudes and bitterness are full of our hearts. Dreams will wake up eventually, and everything in the world will continue. Gently shake off the yellow leaves on my body and leave a silent sigh in the long journey: "Last night, I laughed about Jianghu things, and now it has caused a storm in the city."
2. Write a composition with wine as the main topic, 800 words, and the topic is self-made. Youth is a misty drizzle, no matter how beautiful it is, it will wet our hair and our dreams. And I don't want to appreciate it deliberately, I am more eager to be a gorgeous rainbow after the rain.
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The ancients said, "A woman without talent is virtue." Then I said, "If I can't have both ability and political integrity, I'll choose the former." Some people say, "Senior grades will be boys' world. "Then I said," If that's true, I'd like to fight like a boy. " Others said, "Men are indomitable men." Then I said, "I try not to let a man. "Competition in front of me is not a girl's grave. I have my college dream. I want my dream to fly in the blue sky with the wind. I am more eager to break the waves like Li Bai and share points with boys. Classroom will never be a stage dominated by boys, so I always argue with boys and fight for a place for girls on the battlefield without smoke.
My idol Madame Curie gave me great encouragement. She is indifferent to fame and fortune, like a chrysanthemum, like a lotus, sincere and pure, like a lily, and steadfast and tenacious, like a plum blossom, which deeply touched me. Although she has the virtue of a flower, she is not a flower. Because most flowers are delicate and eager for praise from others, she is not. She is a towering tree, and I always regard her as an idol. I don't want to be a flower in a greenhouse, I want to be a towering tree that supports the construction of the motherland and resists the wind and rain!
I always write a small diary into a big composition, draw a poetic outline of the world with a pen, hold a fountain of life, aim at the aperture of the times, adjust the focus of thinking, capture the waves of life, let memories shine on the film, let the beauty stay in my heart forever, and let myself bloom a bunch of fireworks between the lines.
I look at the sky, and all the harmony is cold. God gave everyone the same, and the rest had to struggle on their own. Birds can fly back when they fly, flowers can fly back when they fall, and it will still gush out when the sun goes down, but time passes without a trace. I told myself to grasp the flower season of life and open my own flower of life. Life is like a dream, don't let yourself regret learning late when you are old. I told myself that black hair should be diligent and early. Time flies, I tell myself that tomorrow is another day, there will be many tomorrows, and I will never waste everything.
The sky in front of the window is blue, the trees are green, the grass is green and the flowers are red. Every life has its own life. I know I am just a drop in the ocean, but I am willing to fight for my tiny life and soar in the embrace of nature. I firmly believe that one day I will ride the wind and waves!
3. Who can help me write an article about Li Bai rewriting wine? Jin Zun has been on the moon for thousands of years, and the dust of history has already burned faint traces on it. Tonight is an accidental opportunity. When the cup was lifted by me again, it was still full of the sorrow of the drinker in the past, as if the years had only dried up like water, leaving behind a re-embodiment sorrow. Wine, the thing in the cup, every time, when it reaches a high place, it dances to desolation, and one's ambition turns into a long whistle, which is difficult to dismiss. Count the lofty sentiments of the past and laugh at the blooming of the Millennium lotus in the pool. In the morning and evening, the moss in front of the temple has piled up like snow. Life will only last for a hundred years, but the flowers in spring will only last for one season. The gods in the sky should also envy my carefree at this time, and the cold fairy should also envy my infatuation. Loneliness has long been forgotten. As wild as a wild horse, I am a drop of dew in the bud, trying to moisten this beautiful color, but it will eventually fall. Vaguely, the long past has entered my heart and I can't come back. If you don't stop drinking, you will get drunk after a hundred cups. The battle songs and noise of the ancient battlefield seem to have returned to my ears and echoed in the depths of my thoughts. The lost youth was awakened in this cry, and the boiling blood was ignited in an instant.
4. Change the wine into a composition "Good! Drink it! I'm not drunk today. "
I looked up and gulped down three glasses of wine on the table. Today, I, Li Bai, was invited by Dan Qiusheng to come to the top of this mountain to drink and recite poems. How unhappy I am! Looking around, the scenery is beautiful, the sun is shining, flowers are in full bloom, birds are singing in the forest, and fish are swimming around the bottom of the stream. The beautiful scenery makes me raise my glass. A gust of wind blew, and several strands of white hair floated before my eyes. It's like the Yellow River rushing down from the earth at the foot of the mountain, and it's gone forever! You may delay, but time will not. I think Li Bai is full of knowledge, but there is no way to serve the country! I won a small official in Chang 'an, but I didn't show my ambition. Instead, I was victimized by villains everywhere. Less than a year, "alas!" I can't help sighing at the thought of this.
With a sigh, they lost their smiles when they saw it. Dan Qiusheng looked at me and sighed: "Brother Li must have thought of being demoted to Chang 'an, and I, Dan Qiusheng, have been studying hard at the cold window for decades, somewhat like a scholar, but the examination room is dark and I have failed many times." What's the use of us scholars! " "I'm not sad! He is a deacon now, but he is "the road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes."
See unjust, false and wrong cases, see corrupt officials, see intertwined, see helpless! What's the use of a small official like me? "CenFuZi also wipe a handful of wine, looking at the pavilion has fallen leaves. Meditate.
I like this tasteless wine. It's like the trauma of the three of us.
Where the wind blows, a dead branch with a few fallen leaves floats in front of my eyes, and suddenly-"No! All wet, "I said with a smile." Dead branches seem useless, but firewood can keep you warm. Rotten leaves seem useless, and turning into spring mud protects flowers better. Since God has given talent, let it work! .
Unknown imperial examinations can also teach and educate people; The officialdom is dark, you can also abandon your official position and join the literature. Now sadness is just a note with life, and it will never be the main theme.
As long as you have the heart, you will not worry about serving your country; As long as we smile at life, life is endless enjoyment and eternal happiness. Listen to my song "I Can Drink".
5. Rewrite Jin Zun's narrative prose into a thousand years of wine, and the dust of history has already burned faint traces on it. Tonight, by chance. When I lifted the cup again, it was still full of the sadness of the drinkers in the past, as if the years had dried up, just like the fleeting time, leaving a re-embodiment sadness.
Wine, the thing in the cup, every time it reaches the height, the feelings hidden in the depths of the mind will gush out. I like this kind of catharsis without any imprisonment, as if the world is singing with me and the sun and the moon are dancing with me at this moment. The song is tragic, the wind is flying, and it is hard to trust; Dance to desolation, full of pride into screaming all over the sky, hard to send. Count the lofty sentiments of the past and laugh at the blooming of the Millennium lotus in the pool. In the morning and evening, moss like snow has accumulated in front of the temples.
I can drink, but my life is only one hundred years, and spring flowers are only one season. The fairy in the sky should also envy my carefree at this time, and the fairy in the cold should also envy my infatuation. Loneliness has long been forgotten. In everyone's eyes, I am a wild creature, as wild as a wild horse. In the bud, I am a dewdrop, trying to moisten this beautiful color, but it will eventually fall. Vaguely, the long past has turned into sadness, which is gone forever.
Don't stop drinking, a hundred cups will only make you drunk. The battle songs and noise of the ancient battlefield seem to have returned to my ears and echoed in the depths of my thoughts. The lost youth was awakened in this cry, and the boiling blood was ignited in an instant. As an open person, I should stand up and let Haoran stand upright on the road of life, but the bumpy journey made me silent for too long, and at this moment I finally found myself.
Ask heaven for wine, can human drinkers really stay in history? The drifting hero and the immortal hermit are all so pale and powerless in front of this Millennium wine song. At this time, the Yellow River in the song is no longer a yellow river, but a hot feeling. The spring rain outside Weicheng washed away the pain of parting, but the music that lingered for a long time.
Drunk? Not yet. Push a cup for a change and the song will start again. ...
After singing a long song, there was already a sigh during the dinner. Alas, youth has long since left us, and vicissitudes and bitterness are full of our hearts. Dreams will wake up eventually, and everything in the world will continue. Gently shake off the yellow leaves on my body and leave a silent sigh in the long journey: "Last night, I laughed about Jianghu things, and now it has caused a storm in the city."
I think it's been more than three years since I left home. I haven't seen that building by the river for a long time since I went to do business by the river.
I can't help thinking of my wife at home, and I feel sad in my heart, imagining what she is doing now ... Early in the morning, she got up quickly, looked at the empty house, and felt an infinite sense of loneliness in her heart, sighing: "Alas, when will Lang Jun come back!" Tears glistened in her eyes, but then she raised hope: maybe today, he will come back today. So she sat on the dresser and dressed herself carefully.
After that, she hurried to the balcony and looked at the river alone with anticipation, hoping to see her lover's boat. However, thousands of sailboats have been built on the endless river, but none of them belong to her sweetheart. She just stared, gazing affectionately, watching, from morning till night, until the oblique sunset appeared, and the water flowed leisurely.
She knows I won't come today. Desperate, I went into the back room, but I didn't want to look back for the last time. My eyes fell on the riverbank where we parted.
Suddenly, a torrent of unspeakable taste flooded into her heart, shed tears, closed the door sadly and disappeared into the dark room. Thinking of this, I silently packed my bags and boarded a passenger ship returning home.
7. Change the wine into a composition "Good! Drink it! I'm not drunk today. " I looked up and gulped down three glasses of wine on the table. Today, I, Li Bai, was invited by Dan Qiusheng to come to the top of this mountain to drink and recite poems. How unhappy I am! Looking around, the scenery is beautiful, the sun is shining, flowers are in full bloom, birds are singing in the forest, and fish are swimming around the bottom of the stream. The beautiful scenery makes me raise my glass.
A gust of wind blew, and several strands of white hair floated before my eyes. It's like the Yellow River rushing down from the earth at the foot of the mountain, and it's gone forever! You may delay, but time will not. I think Li Bai is full of knowledge, but there is no way to serve the country! I won a small official in Chang 'an, but I didn't show my ambition. Instead, I was victimized by villains everywhere. Less than a year, "alas!" I can't help sighing at the thought of this.
With a sigh, they lost their smiles when they saw it. Dan Qiusheng looked at me and sighed: "Brother Li must have thought of being demoted to Chang 'an, and I, Dan Qiusheng, have been studying hard at the cold window for decades, somewhat like a scholar, but the examination room is dark and I have failed many times." What's the use of us scholars! "
"I'm not sad! He is a deacon now, but he is "the road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes." See unjust, false and wrong cases, see corrupt officials, see intertwined, see helpless! What's the use of a small official like me? " Master Cen also wiped a handful of wine and looked at the fallen leaves outside the pavilion.
Meditate. I like this tasteless wine. It's like the trauma of the three of us.
Where the wind blows, a dead branch with a few fallen leaves floats in front of my eyes, and suddenly-"No! All wet, "I said with a smile." Dead branches seem useless, but firewood can keep you warm. Rotten leaves seem useless, and turning into spring mud protects flowers better. Since God has given talent, let it work! . Unknown imperial examinations can also teach and educate people; The officialdom is dark, you can also abandon your official position and join the literature. Now sadness is just a note with life, and it will never be the main theme. As long as you have the heart, you will not worry about serving your country; As long as we smile at life, life is endless enjoyment and eternal happiness. Listen to my song "I Can Drink".
8. Rewrite the composition of toast. Hello, I want wine.
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai Style: Yuefu
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five-flowered horse, golden autumn,
Give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share your sorrow forever.
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