I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.
If you catch bream, don't sell it. Porcelain flowers are full of blue sky.
There are thousands of poems and wines, and I have been fascinated by princes and princes.
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip.
I, the master, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our glasses in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music; Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
Even if there are flowers and moons, there is no wine and no one.
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year.
I hope the cup is deep in my life. I was a teenager when I was ten years old.
The sleeves of the sleeves are still black, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash.
Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it, you won't recognize it when you are drunk.
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.
Living in the south of the Yangtze River, one minute drinking, an elegant "Man Ting square".
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I also cheated you of your gold hairpin to buy wine. Poems about drinking
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
The wine has not been opened, and the sentence has not been cut. Looking for spring and wax to Penglai.
The slave girl's green sleeves are cold, and the gold mink's wine is light.
Green Di Yang remembered the family that sold wine last year and asked Lotus.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Listen to your song today, temporarily, with the spirit of a glass of wine.
Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people.
Red apricots are hung with wine flags at both ends. Famous poems and sentences
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.