Poems about hangovers ~ ~ ~

Hangover poem

Huang Huabin

I have always regarded wine as a kind of water.

One is when you want to put out the flame.

For some reason, it became the liquid of combustion improver.

Turn you into a poet, when you are drunk and dreaming.

Show the vertical and horizontal heroism of the emperor calling instead of getting on the boat

But when you woke up, it was gone again.

It is soft, but it is different from solid sorghum, rice and grapes.

Has been in contact for thousands of years, and with the mixer

A hidden secret.

Its concentration can be increased or decreased.

Sometimes I call you grandpa and your dad.

Call your dad a brother who beats his chest.

The second song

Boring night/boring leisure/boring thoughts/boring memories/drinking a glass of wine/like an ancient hero/like an ancient hero/crimson sunset/drinking a glass of wine/full of sorrow/drunk, you are waiting for you to hypnotize/close your eyes, close your heart/what moon/what star/what makes you hard to let go/night. Miss White-haired is in the deep winter world/snowy/thousands of miles away/bleached in Wan Li/in the deep winter world/uninteresting/A mother in a white cotton-padded jacket opened the curtain/Who/Let the snow leave traces on her face/Pale/Pale/Who/Let her hair be engraved with snow wrinkles/Bright white/Bright white/What is she waiting for/How much snow has fallen into her heart/. Tears have poured down on the snowflakes/They are still crying when the snowflakes fall/Wandering wanderers in the distance/Another snow has fallen into her heart/Next spring/The geese moving northward will fly back/She thought of this/The moon hanging high in her heart is more round/

Finally, it makes you cough in humiliation.

Heavy breathing only touches the dirt on the lips.

Quietly shed two lines of sour tears and washed them away.

The third song

A cup of splendor is invalid

Two cups of fame are not tiring.

Three cups of life is like a dream

I like other people's tears.

Don't stop counting cups.

Then go through all kinds of hardships.

Zhuang zai he shan mei

Poor thing.

Hold the lamp and sing loudly.

Wine is not in the world, but in the sky.

I'll ask you when I'm drunk