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Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about fighting wine and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an. The son of heaven couldn't get on the boat, saying it was Brewmaster. There is no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. West wind wine luminous cup, enjoy the ticket reminder. Don't laugh when you are drunk. If you succeed, you will return home in triumph. Can drink four liang, can drink half a catty. Leaders' families can rest assured. The seat is always full, and the wine in the bottle is not empty. Wedding, have fun tonight. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, but there are few old friends in the west. Stop for a drink, and people blush in February. When your career is in full swing, drink and raise your glasses. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. After all, the world is just a small place. Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young. It took a long time to get out, and she still hid half her face behind her guitar from us. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. During the dinner, the phone rang and I knew it was an old friend. The mountains covered the white sun, and gold flowed in my pocket. Go up a flight of stairs and drink this glass of wine. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine, and sell eternal sorrow as you please. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. A gentleman loves to drink, but a wise man studies hard. Singing to wine, the geometry of life. How to solve the problem, only Xifeng. An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. In my prime, I was full of courage. But petals are like her face and willow leaves are like her eyebrows. How about a glass of wine? Every festive season, Chinese wine respects relatives. The sea rises in the moon, and the end of the world is at this time. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. We are both people who make waves in the business world, so why should we get to know each other when we meet? The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and the jade plate is worth 10 thousand yuan. A thousand glasses of wine is rare for every confidant, but after three rounds, there are many words. The partition wall is drunk and the altar is fragrant. A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, and a close neighbor is not as good as the opposite. Meeting thousands of miles away is fate. It's not right to drink or not. The ancients didn't see this month, but this month they did. I, the master, have dismounted, and my guest has boarded his ship, drinking a toast without attachment.