Drunk for thousands of minutes, modern poetry is full of sadness.

One minute drunk, Jin Shu was speechless because of emotional breakdown, and the humble room pushed the window to send Yan Hui.

The wind came to clear the shadows, the fragrance floated and the rhyme was cold, and the taste of sorrow was strong.

Drunk until two o'clock, after the rain cleared, it was difficult to sleep, and the cool dream came back.

Too cold to speak, my brother sang a song, which made me feel sad.

Drunk for three minutes, frost kisses the heart of chrysanthemum, and the willow is thin and thin.

When I dance solo, where is the beauty? I feel sad.

After four minutes of drunkenness, the burning passion became narrow and beautiful, while the stone ached faintly in the air.

Xue Jian's inscription "How to Send Acacia" is full of sadness.

Drunk at five o'clock, a round of bright future with the wind, the way home is clear.

Half-filled words, frosted in September, sad.

I was drunk at six o'clock, and I was lonely and haggard, half bright and half unreal.

Never answered, the west wind filled the courtyard, full of sadness.

Drunk at seven o'clock, I didn't expect a little cloud to fall, and I couldn't bear to see geese fly every year.

The sky is in full swing, and the clear clouds ask questions, which makes me sad.

Drunk at eight o'clock, cold smoke drops are still charming, and tea adds fragrance to yourself.

Away from the sky, how to get rid of other meanings and enrich the taste of sadness.

Drunk at nine o'clock, lonely all my life, no regrets, full moon, quiet meeting.

It's sad to think about it, how come it's fast and full of sadness.

Ten minutes drunk, the sky is high and dreamy, a thousand glasses of wine, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and tears are streaming down her face.

The moss turned into snow, and Bing Xin accumulated resentment, which concentrated the taste of sadness.

When you are 100% drunk, there is a shadow in the lonely lamp, and the full moon is full of affection.

The wind shook the maple tree, and the song drifted away, which made me sad.

Thousands of minutes drunk, soft waves shine on the sky, and fine willows are everywhere.

After the hip flask fell down, the teapot continued, with less sadness.