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! ,
Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! . 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 listen! . 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. Prince Chen gave a banquet in the completion hall.
Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners. Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Qianyouzun wine shop
one
The spring breeze suddenly passed from the east, and the golden urn and wine made microwaves.
Sleep a little more, and the beauty will get drunk.
Qing Xuan Tao Li can be geometric, confusing people and wasting time.
You dance and the sun goes down.
When the spirit refused to lean, the white hair sighed like silk.
Secondly,
The piano plays the dragon gate and the blue tree, and the jade pot wine is as clear as empty.
Urge strings and stroke columns, drink with you, and look at Zhu and Yan.
Hu Ji looks like a flower, so she smiles at the spring breeze.
Laugh at the spring breeze and dance. If you are not drunk today, you will be safe.
Xiangyang song
The sunset is not in Shanxi, but it is fascinated by hedge flowers. Children in Xiangyang clap their hands together,
Stop the street and sing white brass cymbals. The people next to me, I asked you what you were laughing at, and Shan Weng died laughing.
Cormorant, parrot cup. 36,000 days in a hundred years, 300 cups a day.
Looking at the duck head green in Hanshui from a distance is like the beginning of grapes. If this river turns into spring wine,
If you build a mound, you will build a bad mound. A swift horse changes concubines, smiles and sings plum blossoms on carved saddles.
There is a pot of wine hanging by the car, and Sheng Fenglong is in charge of it. Yellow sigh dog in Xianyang city,
As the moon pours down like gold. Didn't you see that the sheep in the Jin Dynasty were stones?
The glans penis peels off the moss of raw berries. Tears can't be dumped for it, and the heart can't mourn for it.
You don't have to buy a cool breeze and bright moon, Yushan is inhuman. Shu Zhouping, Li Shidang,
Li Bai and Er share life and death. Wang Xiang Yu Yun is here now, the river flows eastward, and apes cry at night.
Walking down Zhongnanshan, I came to Hu Si's kind pillows and bowls.
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.
Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.
When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.
Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.
I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.
Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
Liu Yelang gave it to Judge Xin.
In the past, we were intoxicated in Chang 'an and drank with princes and nobles. Before the gas shore is far away from Ling Hao,
Love will fall behind others. At that time, the teacher was early in the morning, and I was still in my youth, taking a tour at Changhua Station.
In the Kirin Hall, articles, music and dancing are provided to stay at the luxurious and precious hawksbill banquet for a long time. You've been calling yourself for so long,
Better know that the grass is moving and the dust is rising. When the letter valley pass spread to Hu Guan, everyone next to the emperor could be promoted, like Qin Gongsun, who was extraordinarily gorgeous.
Worried about going to Yelang and when the golden rooster will be released.
Drinking four bright moons alone
A pot of wine from the flowers. I drink alone. No one is with me. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon. Bring me my shadow and let's be three people.
Alas, the moon can't drink water. My shadow followed me blankly; . But there was a time when I had these friends. Let me rejoice at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me. I danced. My shadow is rolling in the back. Wake up and have sex. Then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? . I watched the long road of the Milky Way.
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!
Xianyang city in March. Thousands of flowers and days are like brocade. Who can be immune in spring? You must drink this way.
Poor communication, short repair. This is what nature has given us. A bottle of life and death. Everything is hard to judge.
Get drunk and lose the world. I was lonely when I died. I didn't know there was me. This is the most enjoyable.
Trouble is endless. 300 glasses of wine. Too much sorrow, too little wine. You can't pour wine into your heart.
So I know the wine saint. Wine makes the heart boil. Say goodbye to Xiaomi and lie in the first sunshine. Hungry, Yan Hui.
Contemporary people don't like drinking. It is safe to use a pseudonym. Crab claws are golden liquids. The bad mountain is Penglai.
Drink wine. Drunk on the platform by the moon
Hard road
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell to School Book Shu Yun
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
2. What are the famous sentences 1 written by Tang ~ Li Bai and Eight Immortals of Drinking?
Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about fighting wine and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an. The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster.
Interpretation: Li Bai can write hundreds of poems immediately after drinking a barrel of wine. He goes to Chang 'an Street Restaurant to drink and often sleeps in restaurants. The son of heaven gave a banquet in the lake and asked him to preface the poem. He refused to get on the boat because he was drunk, claiming to be Brewmaster.
2. Tang ~ Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon alone"
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.
Interpretation: I put a pot of wine in the flowers, and I poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me. Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people.
3. Tang ~ Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
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! .
Interpretation: When I was young, my hair is all white now. If you are proud of your life, you should indulge in joy. Don't let this golden cup empty the bright moon. Everyone will be useful as long as they are born, and they can start again with a stroke of money. Let's play a joke on cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle. It's not too much to drink 300 cups at a time!
4. Tang ~ Li Bai's "Jiangxia Gifts Wei Nanling Ice"
Worry comes to drink 2000 stones, cold ash warms up spring.
Interpretation: When you are worried about drinking two thousand stones, the cold ashes in your heart will be reborn and warm, and the sun will reappear in March.
5. Tang ~ Li Bai's Drinking for the Moon
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
Interpretation: We don't think too much about other things. We just hope that when we drink and sing every day, the green light of the moon is always reflected in the golden wine glass.
3. Poems of Li Bai and Wine 1, Four Moons for Drinking Alone, Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.
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.
Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture. Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me. I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery. I sang about the moon, and my dancing figure was messy. When you wake up, you will be happy together, and when you are drunk, you will be separated. I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
2. "Gone forever" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
3, "Guest Travel/Guest Work" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.
But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Lanling wine is sweet, just like Yujin wine. Xing lai is full of jade bowls, and amber light is crystal clear and charming. If the host provides such good wine, he will certainly take away guests from other places. How can we tell where home is?
4. "Ask asking for the moon for wine, the old friend Jia Chunling" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
Ancient people and modern people passed like running water, so did the moon they saw. I just hope that when I sing to the glass, the moonlight can shine in the golden cup for a long time.
5. Send Money to Zheng Yang Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Drink white jade cups and wine, in this March when the sun is floating. The spring breeze can sway for a few days, and you and I are gray at the temples.
I only drank wine all night at night, so it's not too late to catch the fishing rod. If I can meet the king of hunting in Wenwei River, I can also be a teacher of emperors.
Raise the white jade cup and drink all the wine, in this March when the poplars are all gone. The spring breeze can still blow for a few days, and your temples and mine are all gray. Drinking is the only way to travel by candlelight, and it may not be too late to throw a rod and fish. If I can meet King Wen hunting Wei water, I can also be the emperor's teacher.
4. Li Bai's story of drinking and writing poems Li Bai's legendary story Li Bai (AD 70 1-762), a native of Zhangming County, Mianzhou, Sichuan Province, was a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Most of his poems reflect the magnificent natural scenery of the motherland and express his love for the motherland and his pursuit of freedom. He sharply criticized the political corruption at that time. The story book "The iron pestle is ground into a needle" is like this: It is said that Li Bai did not study hard when he was a child and gave up halfway. One day, on the road, he saw an old lady grinding an iron bar and said that she would grind it into a needle. Li Bai was moved by this, studied hard and finally made great achievements. This is the story of "the iron pestle is ground into a needle". With a melancholy mood, he traveled to Xuancheng, Nanling, Shexian (in Anhui), quarrying and other places, writing poems, drinking and roaming famous mountains and rivers. One morning, Li Bai was buying wine in a hotel on the street of Shexian County as usual. Suddenly, he heard someone in the firewood line next door ask, "Old man, how can you pick so much firewood at your age?" The answer was a hearty laugh. Then, I heard someone chanting a poem loudly: "Selling with a negative salary and selling wine in the west. Excuse me, where is home? " Through the clouds, into Cui Wei! "Li Bai was surprised. Who is this? Unexpectedly, I sang such a touching poem casually! He asked the bartender, who told him: This is an old man named Xu Xuanping. He hates the government, sees through the secular, and lives in seclusion in the mountains, but no one knows which mountain he lives in. Recently, he often travels around here. Every day at dawn, he picked Chai Jin Town, with flower spoons and bamboo sticks hanging on the firewood. He drinks when he sells firewood, and sings poetry when he is drunk, along the way. He immediately turned and went out, only to see the old man on the street bridge. Although he walked very hard, Li Bai couldn't catch up anyway. After catching up with the bridge, crossing the bamboo forest and bypassing the tributaries of the river, Li Bai was so tired that his back ached and his legs ached. At first glance, the old man was gone. Li Bai sighed, "I really met a fairy! "He lifted his robe and hurried forward, but he still didn't see the old man and had to come back disappointed. That night, Li Bai couldn't sleep, recalling that he hadn't met many real poetry friends except Du Fu for most of his life. I didn't expect to meet such a poet today, so I can't miss the opportunity. I have to find him! The next day, Li Bai waited until sunset at the door of the firewood line, and there was no sign of the old man. On the third and fourth days, he failed every day. On the fifth morning, Li Bai picked up his hip flask and set off with dry food. He is determined to find the old man, or he will die in the forest here. He climbed over the hill full of wild flowers, waded through the swift stream and cleared away the thorns. I still haven't seen the shadow of the old man. Li Bai is a little discouraged. At this moment, he remembered his mother-in-law who used an iron pestle to grind needles when she was a teenager. My mother-in-law said well, "As long as you have the determination, the iron pestle is ground into a needle. "If you want to find the old man, it depends on your perseverance. Thinking of this, Li Bai tightened his belt, gritted his teeth and moved on. Tired, he lay on the rock. When you are hungry, pick a handful of wild fruits to satisfy your hunger; When I was a heavy drinker, I took a nice sip from the hip flask. At dusk, the sunset glow reddened the sky, and the clear spring and the bamboo set each other off, which made me look particularly beautiful. Li Bai is so worried about the old man that he doesn't like to enjoy the scenery. He dragged his tired body and limped to the foot of Ziyang Mountain near Huangshan Mountain. Turning the mountain pass, I saw a boulder standing in front of him, which seemed to be engraved with words. Li Bai forgot fatigue. It turned out to be a poem: "Thirty years of seclusion, building a house on the top of Nanshan, playing with the bright moon in the quiet night, drinking green springs, singing in the woodman's ridge, and bird foreplay in the valley. I am so happy that I don't know my age and forget the year of Jiazi." Li Bai read it for three times, and then he lost his voice and cried, "Wonderful! Wonderful! What a beautiful voice! "I thought to myself: when I meet an old man, I must worship him three times and ask for advice. Although I have been dealing with poetry for decades, it is really the first time for me to appreciate this poem with the fragrance of wild flowers. He turned around and saw a pile of rice spread on the flat ground next to the cliff stone. It seems that this must be the sun of Lao Xu Manxuanping. Li Bai simply squatted aside, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, while waiting for the old man to harvest food. It's dark. I saw a boat rowing across the river at the foot of the mountain, and an old man with fluttering hair stood at the bow and paddled. Li Bai stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, old man, where is Xu Xuanping's home? "It turns out that this old man is the Lao Xu Man Xuanping Li Bai is looking for. The last time I saw Li Bai wearing a royal costume, I thought he was sent by the court to be an official, so I never wanted to go to Shexian again. Unexpectedly, this man followed him. At this time, the old man glanced at Li Bai, pointed to the fence with his finger and casually replied: "A bamboo pole at the door is Xu Weng's home!" " Li Bai looked up at the lush mountains and asked, "There are bamboos everywhere. Where can I find them? The old man looked at the dusty and sweaty guest again and asked, "Really?" ... ""I'm Li Bai. " Say that finish, he bowed deeply. The old man froze: "Are you Li Bai? Are you Li Bai? " Li Bai hurriedly explained his purpose. Hearing this, the old man arched his hands and said, "Oh, you are a poet today! I am just a drop in the sea of poetry. You really don't deserve to ask for advice from a drop of water in this sea! " Say that finish, hold up the boat and go back. Li Bai grabbed the old man's sleeve and begged, "Old man, I've been looking for you everywhere for three months, and finally I met my teacher. Can't you send me back! " Li Bai's sincere words touched the old man's heart. They looked at each other for a long time, and the old man suddenly grabbed Li Bai and jumped into the boat. From then on, whether in the morning glow or in the afterglow of sunset, Li Bai and the old man can often be seen sitting on the big bluestone beside the stream, drinking and reciting poems. Loud laughter and the noise of the waterfall are integrated and sent hundreds of miles away with the stream ... So far, many tourists have arrived. Passing Hutouyan, there is a huge stone engraved with the word "drunken stone" under the singing string spring. Legend has it that Li Bai and the old man enjoy the mountain scenery and drink wine here.
5. Li Bai's poems about wine: "Li Bai has hundreds of poems about fighting wine. Chang' an went to sleep in a restaurant, but the son of heaven didn't get on the boat and claimed to be Brewmaster. " (Du Fu's Eight Immortals in Drinking) "When you are drunk, you are a guest and poetry becomes a god." (Du Fu's "Poem of Self-management") "Give yourself what you want, and make a poem of wine." (Su Shi's Drinking with Tao Yuanming) "A cup of unfinished poetry has been completed, and the poetry day is amazing." (Biography of Yang Wanli going to Wanhua River Valley in February after the Ninth Festival). Zhang Yuannian, a political poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, said: "Flowers fly after the rain, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine. "In the history of China's poetry, examples of drunken poems handed down from generation to generation abound.
Not only poetry, but also the Dionysian spirit is more vivid in the paintings and artistic calligraphy unique to China culture. Among the painters, Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting are hard to get, and those who seek them treat each other with dog meat and wine, while those who seek calligraphy and painting can get what they want. Zheng Banqiao also knew the painter's tricks, but he couldn't resist the temptation of wine and dog meat, so he had to write a poem to laugh at himself: "Look at the moon, you might as well go all out, only hate the wine coming late. Laugh at him and ask for a book, and ask his husband to get drunk. " Wu Daozi, the painter of The Wind in Five Dynasties, must get drunk before painting, and then start painting when he is drunk. Huang in Yuan Sijia is also "too drunk to draw". Wang Xizhi, a "book saint", wrote the Preface to the Lanting Pavilion when he was drunk, saying that he was "charming, extremely healthy and unparalleled", but when he woke up, he "read dozens of books, but failed to reach it". Li Bai wrote Huai Su's "Drunk Monk": "My teacher was drunk and slept in bed, sweeping thousands of copies in a moment. Flying flowers and showers are shocking, falling flowers and flying snow. " Huai Su was drunk and splashed ink, just to keep his "self-narrative post" that ghosts and gods admired. Zhang Xu, the sage of the grass, wrote "every drunk calls for madness", so he has his "four ancient poems".
6. What is Li Bai's poem about drinking? When does a handful of wine come in and ask for the moon? I stopped for a drink today and asked: I can't climb the bright moon, but I can't be in the same month as people. As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out? But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon. Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
Second, you won't see how the water of the Yellow River enters the ocean from heaven, which is gone forever, when you enter the wine. 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 flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
The children of Sannanling don't go out of Beijing to return to the newly cooked white wine mountain, and the yellow chicken pecks the rice in autumn. Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.
Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk. The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.
Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west. I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
Catkin is brought by the wind, and the shop smells better. When a hotel in Nanjing broke up, Wu Ji and the comrades in the city who came to see me off pressed wine to persuade the guests to taste it. When each of them drank his own cup, I said to him when we broke up. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? In the Five Mountains, two people are drinking flowers, one cup after another.
I'm so drunk that I'm going to sleep. Ming Dynasty is going to play the piano. Six people were worried when they arrived at their destiny, drinking wine and climbing stairs.
Seven, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to dispel our worries. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
When the eight beauties came, they were full of flowers. After they left, they stayed in bed. The embroidery didn't roll up. Up to now, it's been three years since I heard that Yuxiang's nine-year-old child is a five-year-old Jin Shidong and a silver saddle and a white horse are enjoying the spring breeze. Where the fallen flowers swim, laughing into the Huji wine shop.
It's hard to pay for ten pure wines. I changed the gold cup, a hip flask with ten thousand coppers and a jade plate with ten thousand dollars. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Eleven Xiangyang songs, Shanxi sunset is not beautiful, but fell in love with flowers. Xiangyang children clap their hands together and stop the street to sing white copper.
I'm sorry to ask you what you're laughing at. You're drunk as a fiddler. Cormorant, parrot cup, 36 thousand days in a hundred years, 300 cups must be poured every day.
From a distance, the duck's head in Hanshui is green, like grapes sprouting. If the river becomes spring wine, it will build a trough and a hill when it bends.
A swift horse changes concubines, smiles and sings plum blossoms on carved saddles. There is a pot of wine hanging by the car, which is urged by the wind dragon.
Twelve ministers have been quarrying stones and don't close their doors at night. What is a wine star? Five buckets of golden dew for you, drunk and killed Jiangnan Qian Shan. Thirteen Liu Yelang gave gifts to the judge who died in Chang 'an yesterday, and the five kings and seven public drank a glass of wine.
In front of Shi Hao, awe-inspiring air, when the wind and love fall behind others. .