Warm a glass of wine for you
Warm a glass of wine for you
No one can remember whether people came home late one night.
Xueyuan is a complete door and window, and it is tight-lipped in the name of Terminator.
Like a locked brow and bleeding lips when we broke up many years ago.
It's the same every year. You need to look carefully.
Only the bright moon hangs alone, and there is a big blank.
As if forgetting from the future is so pale and simple.
Are so many thoughts useless cups or lamps waiting for flames?
But I am a listening wind chime, and I regard all passers-by as wanderers.
Sadness has always been regarded as the birthmark of life.
Like a meniscus knife, it corresponds to the warmth and coldness of the world.
The prediction of a crow has become a mysterious word in geography.
Confused by the mountains, there is a pile of rotten stationery lurking in the bookcase at the bottom of the sea.
But I still don't understand why Jiangchuan, a quiet wreck, boils.
Silence without snow.
This silence is worrying, like a vulture's sketching spell across the lonely.
The inner shadow is boiling the spice of life in a glass of wine.
Even if I persist until I regret it, even if the distance is just pain.
I've always left you a square inch of land-
Through the quiet of this snowy night, I also want to write an old dream with you.
I wonder if the ending of the story is consistent with my dream.
Chapter II: Moonlight Wine
Luxury bus,
Cicada's shell,
Measure time and space by breathing and peristalsis.
The world decorated with darkness does not belong to me,
The world has long been abandoned by retreating street lamps.
No, there is a little cool light and shadow,
Scratch the glass,
Dusting up the dust all the way.
The curtains on the sleeper,
The embroidery pattern is a cluster of bamboos.
Oh, in the mist,
The noise of the machine actually shook out a piece of moon shadow.
The mobile phone is not in the blind spot of sound quality.
The corner of chaotic consciousness,
South of the cloud, the dancing figure of phoenix bamboo in the moonlight,
Xiao yue in Lugou, a suburb of Beijing, has been full of amorous feelings for thousands of years.
In fact, you can touch the crescent moon on the horizon by touching the window.
From the distant palace, there is a faint light,
The light of happiness penetrates the bumpy journey.
It's just a pity that I can't profane the sacredness of my heart.
Only by touching a candle with cold hands devoutly,
Mixed with inferior food and dry food in my hometown,
Arouse melancholy thoughts on the journey,
Brew a full-bodied moonlight wine in a fast food cup,
Along the way,
A small cup, a small cup,
A sip, a sip,
-chew slowly, remember slowly, and taste slowly.
Rule 3: Taste wine like this.
Don't like drinking.
But yearning,
Tasting wine like this:
In a tall Bordeaux glass.
Pour red wine.
1?o'clock
Just use two or three fingers
Lift your feet high
Gently in the air
rock ...
rock ...
rock ...
Shake the wine into a glass,
Full of fragrance
Shake the wine into a glass,
Blush with drunkenness
The figure in front of the cup,
Layer after layer.
The Bordeaux glass pours the wine gracefully.
Close to red lips
1?o'clock
Just a little.
But I'm drunk, drunk.
rock ...
rock ...
rock ...
Red wine in bordeaux glasses
I can't see it at all
Taste people.
Face, eyes
Hand, heart
Just,
A hot one!
Chapter four: the taste of wine
When you are in the flowers and the moon.
Dear, it is my destiny to meet you.
Love this cup of wine
It is not the wine that is drunk, but the drinker himself.
In the wedding hall
Rich or poor, I am willing to spend my life with you hand in hand.
Marriage this cup of wine
Happy wine and a glass of wine.
On the full moon wine, when the child is born.
We were finally promoted to father and mother.
Love crystallized this cup of wine.
The wine of responsibility, the wine of blessing
When your career is successful
I drank all the good wine, but I can't taste it anymore.
Wine against one's will, depressed wine
When you are in love, the wine of love is sweet.
The wine of love in the wedding hall is spicy.
The wine of love in the full moon wine field is sour.
The wine in the toast at dinner is bitter.
I hope my answer can help you, I hope it can be adopted, and you can ask me if you are unclear.