Life must be full of joy, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon
Li Bai fights with the wine and writes a hundred poems, Chang'an city on the wine home sleeps.
Li Bai wrote a hundred poems on wine, and he slept in a wine shop in Chang'an.
The son of heaven called me, and he claimed to be an immortal in wine.
"Life is not a life of pleasure, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon."
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups."
"A horse with five flowers, a thousand furs of gold, a call for a child to change the wine, and with you to dispel all the sorrows of the past."
"Golden bottle of wine bucket ten thousand, jade plate of delicacies worth ten thousand money ......" ("difficult to travel the road")
"...... even hu Five white rows of six blogs, divided Cao gambling wine sound Chihui ......" ("Liang Yuan Yin")
"Two people to drink mountain flowers bloom, a cup a cup again and again a cup ...... "("Drinking in the Mountain with a Ghostly Man")
"...... Raise a cup to invite the bright moon, and turn the shadows into three people ......" ("Four Songs of Drinking Alone Under the Moon (One of Them)")
"I've been drinking alone under the moon. One of them)
"...... Life is a hundred years, and must be sound in all ages ......" (Answer to Wang XII's Wistful Drinking alone on a Cold Night)
"...... I only wish that when I sing to the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden bottle." But if the host can intoxicate the guest, I don't know where is his hometown." (《客中作》)
...... A hundred and thirty-six thousand days, one day must drink three hundred cups. (Song of Xiangyang)
The sword is drawn to break the water, and the cup is raised to dispel the sorrows.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in my life, and I've never seen a movie in my life.
If the sky does not love wine, the star of wine is not in the sky.
One cup of turbid wine and ten thousand miles of home.
The two of us are drinking mountain flowers, one cup after another. I am drunk and want to go to sleep, but tomorrow I want to hold the qin.
There is a pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without relatives. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
We must enjoy life as much as we can, so don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.
The zither plays the green tung of the Dragon Gate, and the jade pot of wine is as clear as air.
Lifting the goblet and pouring out libation, the ear is cleansed.
The wine in the golden bottle is ten thousand dollars, the jade plate is ten thousand dollars.
"Farewell to the Jinling Restaurant" by Li Bai: The wind blew the willow flowers all over the store, and Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade the guests to enjoy it. The wind is blowing and the willow flowers are full of fragrance, Wu Ji is persuading the guests to enjoy the wine. I'd like to ask you to try to find out who's short and long for your farewell intention.
<<Ask for the moon >>
A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without relatives.
It's a good idea to raise your glass to the moon.
If you're happy in life, don't leave your golden bottle empty in front of the moon.
The wine in your golden bottle is worth 10,000 buckets, the jade plate is worth 10,000 coins
It's a good idea to raise your glass to the moon.
The wine in your bottle is worth 10,000 buckets, the jade plate is worth 10,000 coins
The wine in your bottle is worth 10,000 bucks, the jade plate is worth 10,000 coins
The wine in your bottle is worth 10,000 bucks.
It's a good idea to raise your glass to the moon.
The moon does not know how to drink, but the shadow follows me.
The moon and the shadows will be with me for a while, but I will not be able to enjoy myself until spring.
I sing the moon's song, and I dance the shadow's dance.
When I wake up, we have fun together, but when I get drunk, we are scattered.
They will be together forever, and we will meet again in the clouds.
Will you enter the wine
Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea;
Don't you see that the mirror in the high hall is sad about the gray hair, and that it is like a green silk that turns into snow in the twilight.
If you are happy in life, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.
It is my talent that will be useful to me, if I am born with it, a thousand pieces of gold will be scattered and come back again.
Cooking and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups of wine in a single sitting.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, you do not stop.
Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me,
The bells and drums and jewels are not expensive, but I wish to be drunk for a long time and never wake up again.
All the sages and sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers have left their names.
The king of Chen used to feast in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine.
What did the host say for less money, but that he had to sell it to you?
This is the first time I've ever seen a horse with five flowers and a thousand furs, and I'm sure I'll be able to exchange them for a fine wine,
and I'll be able to share the sorrows of the past with you.
When I was a guest
Lanling wine is fragrant with gold, and the jade bowl is full of amber light.
But if the host can make the guest drunk, I don't know where is his hometown? Tao Yuanming hut in the people's realm, without the noise of cars and horses.
What can you do, if you are far away from your home?
Picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.
The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds fly with each other.
There is a true meaning in this, which I want to argue and forget to say.
This poem is about the beauty and tranquility of the natural scenery in the countryside and the poet's leisurely life after he returned to his hometown
. There is not a single word of wine in the poem, but the flavor of wine is full of flavor. Twenty Poems on Drinking Wine
In 416 A.D., Liu Yu mobilized the whole country's troops and launched a five-pronged crusade against the Later Qin Dynasty from the east to the west. The first attacked Luoyang, and the former capital of Western Jin was restored. The next year, he conquered Chang'an. After a hundred years of vicissitudes, Chang'an was finally recovered by the Jin army. The news reached Jiangnan, and the Eastern Jin dynasty was in jubilation.
Liu Yu greatly expanded his personal power through the Northern Expedition. In order to curry favor with Liu Yu, the court issued an imperial decree naming Liu Yu as the prime minister, in charge of the government, and naming him as the Duke of Song, with a cognac of ten counties and nine tinsel, a position higher than that of all the vassals, which Liu Yu pretended to have excused himself from. A clear-eyed person will know that the court control in the hands of Liu Yu, what he wants, the court will have to give him what the edict. He wants to be the court, today's court also have to quickly give way to him, this is sooner or later.
That fall, Tao Yuanming was always sullen. He had long since seen through, the Eastern Jin Dynasty's gas number has been exhausted, Liu Yu usurped the throne is only a matter of time, he was sad all day long for this matter. As long as the Eastern Jin Dynasty exists, the achievements of his great-grandfather Tao Kan will shine brightly, shining family. Once the Eastern Jin Dynasty fell, it is written off. He also thought that everything is developing and changing, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace is also constantly alternating replacement. Big to a country, small to a family, all so. It is useless to worry about these things, it is better to drink more wine and sleep well.
Tao Yuanming, as long as he could get wine, there was not a single night that he did not get drunk. He realized that life in the world like lightning, fleeting, should be frank and calm, carefree through. Perhaps by drinking, I, Tao Yuanming, will remain famous in history.
After getting drunk, I was so excited that I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down my feelings, and when I got sober the next day, I revised it. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time before. A **** get 20 poems, Tao Yuanming put this group of poems entitled "Drinking 20" preface is:
Yu idle and unhappy, and than the night has been long, and occasionally there is a famous wine, no night not drink. I was so drunk that I suddenly got drunk again. After the drunkenness, I always write a few sentences to amuse myself; paper and ink are so many that there is no interpretation of the words, so I ordered my late husband to write them for laughs.
One of them
Lost the birds at sunset, but still flying alone.
Wandering without a fixed stop, the voice turns sad at night.
The sound of the bird's voice is clear and far away, but it is not easy for it to come and go;
The lone pine, which has been growing alone, has gathered its quills and is returning to its place of origin.
The strong wind has no honor wood, but this shade will not fail;
The body has found a place, and will not be out of place for thousands of years.
This poem uses the metaphor of a lost bird clinging to a lonely pine as a metaphor for one's own seclusion, which is a lifelong fulfillment of one's ambition.
A bird that has lost its flock is still wandering and flying alone at the end of the day. It has not found a suitable resting place. At night, it screams sadly and refuses to go away. Because of the encounter with the lone pine, convergence of wings to return to. The cold wind makes all the trees wither, but the pine tree alone does not decline. I'm like this bird, I've found a place to go, and I'm not going to miss it for a thousand years.
The second
There is no need for a car or a horse to make noise in a hut.
What can you do? I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm not sure if I can do it.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely see the south mountain;
Mountain air day and night is good, the birds fly with each other.
There is a true meaning in this, which I want to recognize and forget to say.
This poem describes how one's heart is far away from the world, so one's body is in the earthly world, but one's heart can feel the true interest of transcending the earthly world.
While he is living in a house on earth, there is no noise of the world's vehicles and horses. This is because one's mind is far away from the mundane, so even if one lives in the downtown area, one is as undisturbed as if one were in a remote place. Su Shi said, "Seeing the mountain because of picking chrysanthemums, the realm and the meaning are the most wonderful thing in this sentence." These two lines are said to unintentionally accidentally see the south mountain, from the south of the mountain victory and leisurely mood, and his own secluded life, feel the true meaning of the wonderful. At sunset, the mountain scenery is especially good, and the birds return with each other. All things follow their natural course. There is a deep mystery here, which can not be discerned by forgetting one's words.
Three
There are millions of ways to behave, who knows what is wrong and what is right;
What is right and what is wrong is not the same, and what is wrong is not the same as what is right and what is wrong.
The three seasons are full of this matter, and the great ones do not seem to be.
They are the most common of all, and they are the most important of all.
The three seasons refer to the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. This poem is saying that since the three dynasties, people do not distinguish between right and wrong, and they just go along with the times. The writer wants to go against the world and follow the four hermits who lived in seclusion on Shang Mountain during the Qin Dynasty, such as Duke Xia Huang and Qili Ji, to avoid the world and live in seclusion.
There are millions of behaviors of people in the world, who knows how to call them right and wrong? Some people simply and roughly look at the surface of things to see right and wrong, along with others to express praise or denigration. Since the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, there have been many such things, but the open-minded have their own opinions and do not follow their own voices. Foolish people in the world are aggressive, but they cannot agree with them and are determined to return to seclusion.
The fourth
Autumn chrysanthemum has a good color, moist dew to pick up its Ying.
This is the most important thing that I have ever seen in my life.
This is the first time I've seen a glass of wine in the world, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to pour it out.
The day is coming and the birds are singing in the forest.
They are the most important thing in the world, and the most important thing in the world is that they are the most important thing in the world. I'm not going to be able to get back to this life.
This poem is about a man who drinks wine and eats chrysanthemum, far away from the world. The world is far away from him, so he can be at ease with himself.
Autumn is the best time for chrysanthemums. With dew, picking chrysanthemums and soaking them in wine and drinking them, the fragrance of chrysanthemums and the fragrance of wine merge into one, excellent. Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" says: "Eating the dew of Mulan in the morning, and eating the chrysanthemums in the evening". Because chrysanthemum is the product of frost, so eating chrysanthemum can cultivate the body and self-cleaning. Drinking this wine of forgetfulness makes the feelings more transcendent. Although it is a solo drink of chrysanthemums, the mood is high and the drink is insufficient. The sun is setting, all the movements are resting, and the birds are returning to the forest. I am in the east window under a long whistle, ? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Fifth
The pines are in the east garden, and the grasses are not there;
The frosty extermination of the different kinds of people, and the high branches of the trees are seen in a remarkable way.
The forests are not recognized by the people, but the trees are unique.
The pot hangs in the cold, and when I look at it from afar, I see it again.
I was born in a dream world, so why should I be bound to it?
Some trees, higher than the pine tree, hiding the majestic pine tree. But when winter comes, all the trees wither, and only the pines are more lush and green. The writer should learn the style of the pine tree, and be steadfast and noble in his character.
The pines are in the east garden, and the trees are not there. When the frost falls, the trees wither, but only the pine stands tall. When there are many pines in a forest, this quality is not valued. The lone pine stands tall, and the talent is marvelous. Drinking alone, sometimes looking away. I think of my own life, as if in a dream. I am not sure if I can be held back by the world's constraints!
Sixth
In the morning, I heard that the door had been knocked down, and the clothes had been opened.
Who is the son with? The father of the field has a good mind.
The pot of water is far away, and I suspect that I am out of step with the times.
"I've been living under the eaves of a thatched cottage for a long time.
All the people in the world are still in the same boat.
"I am y impressed by the words of my father and mother.
This is something to be learned, but what is it not to be lost?
And **** happy this drink, my driving can not return!"
This poem pretends to be a question and answer between Tian Fu and himself to express his resolute attitude of life-long reclusion in reply to those who kindly advised him to go out to the civil service.
When I heard the sound of a knocking at my door early in the morning, I ran to open it without waiting to put on my clothes, but it turned out to be a kindly old peasant, carrying wine, who had come from afar to greet me and comfort me, suspecting that what I was doing was out of tune with the times and contrary to the ways of the world. The father of the field said, "A tattered coat and a thatched cottage are no place for high living, and the whole society advocates conformity with the world, so I hope you will follow the trend as well. Qu Yuan said in Chu Rhetoric - The Fisherman's Father: 'All the world is muddy, why don't you gurgle its mud and raise its waves?'"
The poet replied to Father Tian, "I am y impressed by the kind advice of the fathers, but my own nature is seldom in harmony with others. Returning to the civil service is admittedly something that can be learned, but to do it against one's own nature is not muddled! Let us drink together for the time being; it is impossible for my carriage to return. The determination to return to seclusion has been made, and it is useless to talk about it."
Seventh
There are visitors who often stop together, and who take and give far away from each other.
A man is always drunk alone, and a husband is always awake.
The drunkenness and the waking are still laughing at each other, and the speeches are not appreciated.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a drunkard's heart in his mouth, and I've never seen a man with a drunkard's heart in his mouth.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man in the world with a candle in his hand, and I've never seen a man in the world with a candle in his hand.
This poem compares the drunken man to the sober man, and argues that the sober man's ignorance of the world is pathetic, while the drunken man's ability to see through the hypocrisy is a sign of his sobriety. The poem compares the drunken man with the ignorant and pitiful, and the drunken man is able to see through the hypocrisy and show his sobriety.
There are two guests who live in the same place, but they have completely different attitudes. One was always drunk, and the other was always awake. The two men sneered at each other, and neither listened to what the other said. The sober one is so foolish to be cautious and prudent, while the drunken one is more intelligent to be disheveled and wild. Qiu Jia Sui's "Poetry Note on Tao Poetry in Dongshan Cao Tang" said, "Wakefulness is not real wakefulness but real stupidity. Drunkenness is not real drunkenness but real wisdom". Tell those who are drunk that they should drink by candlelight at night after sunset.
The eight
The young man was not a man of the world, but a man of the six scriptures.
They were not confused, but they stayed and did not accomplish anything.
These are the first time I've ever seen a man with a poor diet, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen a man with a poor diet.
They are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
Mr. Meng is not here, but he will cataract my feelings.
The author lamented that he was a young man who was good at the six sutras and had the ambition to help the world, but the world was so difficult and dangerous that he stayed in the world without success. He was a poor man who lived in seclusion and cultivated his farm, and was willing to go through the pain of hunger and cold, but he was lonely and had no confidant.
When I was a teenager, I seldom interacted with the outside world, and my favorites were the six Confucian classics. Now I'm getting older, but my education is stagnant and I'm not getting anywhere. He held the "gentleman solid poor" temperament of seclusion in the garden, through the pain of hunger and cold. The house was broken down by the sad wind, and the front garden was full of weeds. I could not sleep because of the hunger and cold, so I got up and waited for the morning. The morning rooster refused to announce the dawn, and the night was even longer. There is no longer a confidant who can understand me, so what I do will be hidden from me and I will not be able to confess.
Meng Gong in the poem is the character of Liu Gong in the Eastern Han Dynasty. According to "Gao Tu Chuan" records, the East Han Zhang Zhongwei reclusive not to serve, "often according to poor vegetarian, where the fluffy artemisia no one, closed door to raise a life, do not rule the honorary name, the people of the time do not know, only Liu Gong know."
The nine
Orchid in the front garden, smoky waiting for the wind.
The winds of the sea have come and gone, and I have seen them in the midst of their farewells.
It is a long way from the old road, but it is possible to pass through it by any means.
When I realize that I have returned to the world, I will not be able to use my bow.
The author used the metaphor of an orchid waiting for the breeze to reveal its fragrance to describe his own waiting for opportunities. However, as the career path is dangerous and the bow is exhausted, he has to live in seclusion to keep himself fragrant.
The orchid growing in the front garden is full of fragrance, waiting for the wind to blow. Because the wind can only blow its fragrance to a faraway place, in order to separate the artemisia. I now seem to have lost my way and do not recognize the old road. I want to live in seclusion and follow nature, and the way will be clear. I realize that it is right to return to the field and live in seclusion, for the birds have already flown, and it is time to collect the good bow.
Ten of them
Zi Yun was a drinker by nature, but his family was poor and had no means of obtaining it.
It was the good man who carried the mash to dispel the confusion.
They were the first to do so, and the first to do so, and the first to do so, and the first to do so.
Sometimes I am not willing to say anything, but I am not trying to destroy the country.
The benevolent man uses his heart, and he never fails to show himself.
The author of this poem borrowed Yang Xiong at the end of the Western Han Dynasty to express his own ambition. Yang Xiong's character Ziyun. When Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty, those who were skillful in speech and good at discernment praised Wang Mang's claim to be the emperor as the will of heaven, and thus were all rewarded. Yang Xiong refused to follow the trend, and was not rewarded.
Yang Xiong was born a good wine, but his family was poor and could not always get it, so he had to rely on those who liked to pursue the ancient things, and brought wine and food to him to ask for advice, so that he could have wine to drink. He had wine to drink, have difficult questions can be answered. Of course, if you ask him about his plans for attacking other countries, he refuses to tell you. For the benevolent man considers matters solemnly and seriously, and when he speaks, he speaks; when he does not speak, he does not speak.
The eleventh
The old man rewarded me for my interest, and brought me a pot of water.
Ban Jing was sitting under the pine, and he was drunk again after a few pours.
The old man and the old man were talking in confusion, and the wineglasses were not in order.
I don't realize that I am here, and I know that things are precious.
This is the first time I've been to the United States, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for me!
Tao Yuanming lived a quiet country life. On this day, he invited his friends to sit and drink under the pine. The old man appreciated my interest, and took the pot with him to. Drinking without tables and stools to rely on, had to spread thorns on the ground, guests and hosts sitting around. There is no music, only to listen to the wind blowing the pine leaves, only to listen to the father and the old messy words. This is a great way to get the most out of your life," he said.
In the haze of drunkenness, self-consciousness disappeared, the poet entered the realm of the self and the realm of forgetfulness, so that people can see the image of the poet in a drunken state.
The poet concludes: some people are obsessed with vanity and fame, but I know that "there is a deep taste in wine". Since the Wei and Jin dynasties, celebrities advocate nature, alcoholism, they are pursuing the realm of harmony with nature, only through drinking wine, in order to achieve this state. The deep flavor of wine lies here.
The twelfth
There is a reward for good deeds, and Uncle Yi is in the western mountains.
If good and evil should not be rewarded, what is the point of making empty promises?
Ninety years ago, I was hungry and cold.
It is not to be relied on to be poor, who will pass it on to the rest of the world?
The poet's pen, on the spot to expose a contradictory phenomenon: people say that good has its reward, evil, in fact, can be said to be the most good people of the Bo Yi, Shu Qi starved to death in the western mountain (Shouyang Mountain). Bo Yi and Shu Qi were the two sons of the king of the Shang dynasty, and after the death of their father, they ceded the throne to each other. After the Zhou Dynasty destroyed the Shang Dynasty, they were ashamed to eat Zhou's corn and hid in Shouyang Mountain, picking meadowsweet to eat, and eventually died of starvation. The poet follows this up with a righteous question: Why did the ancient sages speak such empty words when it is not the case that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil?
The poet also cites the case of Rong Qiqi to prove that such sermons as "no good deed goes unpunished" are empty words. Rong Qiqi was a man who lived in poverty, a good man in feudal society. Confucius said of Rong Qiqi, "He is good, and he is able to forgive himself." But at the age of ninety, this good man still lived in hunger and cold with deerskins for clothing and ropes for sashes, as he did when he was in his youth.
But whether it was Bo Yi, Shu Qi, or Rong Qiqi, they were not rewarded for their good deeds in life, but their fame was passed on to future generations after their death. Their reputation has been passed down through the ages because they relied on the virtue of poverty. Tao Yuanming himself is just such a poor man who is stubbornly poor.
Thirteen of them
Yan Sheng was called Ren, and Rong Gong said he had the way.
Repeatedly empty not Carya years, long hunger to the old.
Though he left his name behind, his life was withered.
What do I know about dying?
It is a treasure to be lost in the face of death.
Naked burials are not bad enough, but they are a sign of understanding.
Yan Hui, a disciple of Confucius, was a benevolent man. However, at the age of 29, his hair turned gray and he died early. Rong Qizhi was also known as a good man, but at the age of ninety, he was still living a life of hunger and cold. Though they left behind a good name, what do they know after death?
Life on earth, some people thick self-care body, the body as valuable as a thousand gold, but the end of the precious body, but also have to destroy. In the Western Han Dynasty, Yang Wangsun, when he was critically ill, instructed his son to be buried naked and to kiss the earth with his body. One should understand his true meaning.
The first eight lines of this poem say that fame is not precious enough, and the last four lines say that the body is not valuable enough, both of which are words of indignation.
When Tao Yuanming wrote his Twenty Poems on Drinking Wine, he drank a lot of wine and was often deprived of wine at home. When he wrote the nineteen poems, the wine jar at home was empty again for several days. It was at this time that he suddenly heard someone knocking at the door early one morning. Tao Yuanming put on his clothes and opened the door to see that it was his neighbor, Li Laohan, standing outside the door holding a wine jar. Li old man said, "Our family just brewed wine early in the morning, I want you to taste it, so I hurried to bring it to you!"
Tao Yuanming took a look at the delivery of wine, and said with joyful hands and feet:
"I don't feel hungry when I don't eat for a few days, but I have not drank for the past few days, and I am simply dying of thirst!"
"I don't know you yet!" Li Laohan said, "Even if you die of thirst, you still have to be a drunkard."
The two men laughed aloud.
Entering the house, Tao Yuanming eagerly poured out a sea bowl of wine, and the light yellow liquid emitted a fascinating aroma of wine, which made people salivate. Because it is just brewed wine, not filtered, wine surface floating some lees, like some white ants. Tao Yuanming went to look for wine towel, looking for half a day did not find. Scratch his head, remembering the head wrapped in a towel, masked in an empty bowl, another bowl of muddy wine poured on the towel. He dusted off the wine on the towel on the dregs of the wine, re-put the towel around the head, the head of the towel also wafted the charming fragrance of wine, the wine, through the nose, has been drilled into the lungs of the Tao Yuanming.
"This is a good method", Tao Yuanming said proudly, "and filtered the wine, but also can be worn on the head to smell incense."
Tao Yuanming lifted the bowl of filtered wine and drank it all in one go, and immediately felt that his two eyes were glowing, his two tucks were windy, every pore was breathable, and every cell was happy.
Tao Yuanming drank enough of the wine brought by Li Laohan and wrote the last poem of the Twenty Poems on Drinking Wine.
The fourteenth
Xinong has been gone from me for a long time, and the world is rarely true again.
Drawing on the old man in Luzhong, I made it simple.
The phoenix and the bird did not come, but the rites and music were new for the time being.
Su Si dropped its sound, and drifted to the mad Qin.
What is the sin of poetry and books, which once turned into dust?
All the old men in the district are very diligent in their endeavors.
How can the world be so far removed from the world that there is not a single relative in the six books?
What is the reason why I don't see anyone?
If I don't drink quickly, I'm afraid I'll lose my scarf.
But I hate to be wrong, so please forgive the drunkard.
Tao Yuanming was the first person to write a large number of poems about drinking. His poems can be said to be full of wine, sending wine as a sign.
Fu Xi and Shen Nong, the two oldest emperors in the legendary "Three Emperors", have been away from us for a long time, and the world has rarely seen such innocent people. Only Confucius, who has worked hard all his life, still wants to make up for the fragmented society of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and restore it, so that the people's customs can return to that simple era.
While Confucius's efforts did not result in a great rule of the world, and the phoenix bird he expected did not fly, the poetry, books, rituals, and music of the Yin and Zhou dynasties were restored to their former state through his research and organization. However, after Confucius stopped teaching in the area between the rivers Su and Surabaya, his words of wisdom were no longer heard. The world has gone downhill, so much so that the mad Emperor Qin Shi Huang, who burned books and books of poetry to ashes, has emerged.
The good thing is that at the beginning of the Western Han Dynasty, there were still a few old Confucian scholars, such as Fusheng, who taught the Six Classics diligently. But why is it that after the interregnum, the Six Classics have no one to love and be close to? Nowadays, there are people like Confucius who are out and about in their cars all day long, but no one comes to ask for the honor of being a scholar.
Finally, I suddenly turned to drinking, in such a desperate world, what can I say, what can I do? I can only drink wine to be worthy of the wine-filtering kudzu scarf I wear on my head. Tao Yuanming wrote twenty poems on drinking, and this is the last one. This group of poems is to talk about his feelings and views on history, reality and life after drinking. Because they are straight talk after drinking, it is inevitable that there are fallacies. "But I hate many fallacies, and you should forgive the drunkard." This is the summary of the twenty drinking poems.