Poetry that means I don't care.

Haha, if you want to say that I don't care about ancient poetry, it must be that the fairy is too white. I am a madman in Chu, and the wind sings and laughs at Kong Qiu. Look at the following song, you will enter the bar. Through the ages, who else can write me so poetically and carefree?

Invite for a drink

Lipper

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned 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 can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

How expensive are the bells and drums? I hope I won't wake up when I'm drunk

The sober and sages in ancient times were forgotten, and only drinkers could keep their names.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Master, don't talk less, go and buy wine, and we'll drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.