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 the sad gray hair in the mirror?
Life is a joyful life, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.
Being born to be useful, a thousand pieces of gold are scattered and come back again.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups in one go.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, you do not stop.
To sing a song with you, please listen for me.
Bells and drums are not precious enough, but I wish to be drunk for a long time without waking up.
All the sages and sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers keep their names.
The king of Chen used to feast in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine.
Why did the host say that he had little money to spend?
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, so I'll be able to share the sorrows of the past with you.
We are not the only ones who have been in the world for a long time, but we are the only ones who have been in the world for a long time. Li Bai
When will the moon come? I'm going to stop my glass and ask.
It is not possible to climb to the moon, but the moon is with me.
Bright as a flying mirror in front of the Danque, the green smoke is extinguished, the clear light hair.
But the night is coming from the sea, and I don't know if it's coming from the clouds.
The white rabbit is pounding pills in the fall and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang'e?
The moon of the ancient times is not visible to the people of today, but it used to shine on the people of the ancient times.
Ancients and modern people are like flowing water, **** see the bright moon are so.
I wish the moonlight would shine in the golden bottles when we sing songs and drink wine.
Solo drinking under the moonlight
A pot of wine between flowers, drinking alone without relatives.
Lifting a glass to invite the moon, the shadow becomes three.
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, I dance the shadows.
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.
Wine at Phoenix Terrace in Jinling
Wine at Phoenix Terrace in Jinling
Long waves of writing for the ages, the heart and the clouds are all open
When I asked in the past, for whom did the phoenix come
The phoenix went away for a long time, and it is right that it returns to the stage today
Mingjun Yue Xixuan, and the old man of heaven is sitting on the three terraces
Huge warriors have nothing to use, and they play the strings of the golden earthenware jars to make themselves drunk
The east wind is blowing the flowers of the mountains, and the winds of the mountains are blowing, and the winds are blowing the mountains. I've known you for a long time, and I've seen you blossom.
The warbler crows in the blue tree, the moon peeps in the golden earthenware jar. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Shihu Temple, the Deer's Gusu Terrace, the residence of ancient emperors, the city of Queensland, the city of the West. The city is closed to the emperor and the king.
If you don't drink wine, you'll never forget the past.
Song of Xiangyang
The sun is setting on Da Nangshan Mountain, and I'm lost under the flowers
The children of Xiangyang clap their hands together, and sing the white leather shoes on the street
The people ask what they are laughing at, and they laugh at the mountain man who is drunk as if he were mud
Lamentary Songs
Laden with sorrow, sad with sorrow. The master has wine, don't pour it, listen to my sad song.
No one in the world knows my heart. I have a three-foot zither and a few buckets of wine.
The music of the zither and the music of the wine are the same, and a cup of wine is as good as a thousand pounds of gold.
Sadly, sadly, sadly. The world is long, the earth is long, and the gold and jade should not be guarded.
What is a hundred years of wealth and prosperity? I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Sadly, sadly, sadly, sadly. The phoenix does not come to the river without a map, and the micro son goes to the Minzu Slave.
The Emperor of Han did not remember General Li, and the King of Chu released Dr. Qu.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man like Li Si in the Qin Dynasty.
The Qin family, Li Si, has long regretted that his name was not recognized.
Fan Zi never loved the five lakes, and he retired from the world after achieving success and fame. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time.
Huishi refused to do anything, and Bu style may not be poor.
It is still necessary for me to take the Fong Bo with my black head, and I don't want to be a Confucian with my white head.
Two Poems on Remembering He Jizhen with Wine and Preface
He Gong, the guest of the Crown Prince, met him at the Ziji Palace in Chang'an, and called him the Exiled Immortal, and so he exchanged the Golden Tortoise for wine, and after his death, he wrote the following poems with a disappointment in his heart
One of them is
There were some wild guests at the Simei Temple who were so happy to see the wind in He Jizhen's voice
The first time I met him at the Ziji Palace in Chang'an, I called him the Exiled Immortal
It used to be good to see the things in the cups, but it turned out to be the dust of pines
Responders: wqz98112 - Magician Grade 4 8-2 20:02
Su Shi's <<Songs of Water >>
Responders: laisiqi - Doorkeeper Grade 3 8-2 20:21
What can you do to solve the problem, but there is Dukang!
Drinking in the Eight Immortals Song
Du Fu
Knowing that chapter riding a horse like a boat,
Eye flower fell into the well under the water sleep.
Ruyang three buckets before the sky,
The road meets the koji car mouth salivation,
Hate not to move the seal to the wine spring.
The left minister spends ten thousand dollars a day,
Drinking like a whale sucking in a hundred rivers,
Taking a cup of wine, the saint of music said he would avoid the wise.
Zongzhi dashing beautiful young man,
lift the goblet of white eyes looking at the sky,
bright as a jade tree in front of the wind.
Su Jin long fast embroidered Buddha before,
drunk often love to escape Zen.
Li Bai wrote a hundred poems in one bucket,
Winemakers sleep in Chang'an City,
The Son of Heaven called but did not get on the boat,
Self-proclaimed that I am an immortal in wine.
Zhang Xu's three cups of grass saints,
Taking off his hat and revealing the top of his head in front of the king,
waving a brush and dropping a piece of paper like clouds of smoke.
Jiao Sui's five-double-double square is outstanding,
and his eloquent speech amazes the four feasts.
The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking is a unique and characteristic "portrait poem". The eight immortals were contemporaries and lived in Chang'an, and were similar to each other in terms of their love of wine, boldness, and open-mindedness. The poet wrote them in a poem with a refined language and a sketching style, forming a vivid group portrait.
There are fewer cups of wine than there are of a friend, and more than half a cup of wine than there are of a conversation.
Wine does not intoxicate people, color does not fascinate people from their own fascination.
There is no such thing as drunkenness, but there is no such thing as a drunkenness, and there is no such thing as a drunkenness, and there is no such thing as a drunkenness.
Respondent: Hidden in a Thousand Shapes - Assistant Level 2 8-2 23:09
"Three Songs about a difficult journey" by Li Bai
Golden bottles of wine bucket 10,000, the jade plate of the precious shame of the straight ten thousand money. I can't eat when I stop my cup and make chopsticks,
It's hard for me to look around with my sword drawn. I want to cross the Yellow River, the ice is blocking the river, and I will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
Leisurely fishing on the blue brook, suddenly return to the boat dreaming of the sun.
It is hard to travel, it is hard to travel,
There are many divergent paths, where are they now? The wind and the waves will be broken sometimes, hanging straight on the cloud sails to help the sea.
Respondent: _green water_2224 - Xiu Cai II 8-3 11:03
Green ants and new spirits wine, red mud small fireplace. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The most important thing to remember is that you can't be a good matchmaker, and you can't be a bad matchmaker, so you have to be a good matchmaker.
Responders: snowflake sea cool - lifter four 8-3 11:50
Wine into the sadness, turned into tears of lovesickness. --Lu You<<Su Muozhao>>
Respondent: light smoke Tingxuan - Beginner Level II 8-3 12:54
The Imperial Capital ten (eight)
Li Shimin
Pleasure is hard to come by, and it is a pity that it is a good time to be a good man.
Jade wine in a cloudy earthenware jar, orchid food on a beautiful table.
A thousand kushions with Yao and Yu, and a hundred beasts with gold and stone.
This is the first time I've ever been in a hurry to get back to the world, and I've never been able to do so.
Early Spring Night Banquet
Wu Zetian
Nine spring festivals were held, and a thousand doors were opened at night.
Orchid lamps spit out new flames, and the laurel is in full splendor.
The wine must be full, and the cups need not be sparse.
It is necessary to make the wine flow, so that we can return to Luoyang.
Palace Lyrics
Wang Yan
The moon is new on the Xuanhua Pond.
The moonlight is like water in the palace, and it's a fool's errand not to get drunk.
Five Songs of the Winemaker
Wang Jie
This is a daily drunkenness, and it is not a matter of nourishing the spirit.
When I see people getting drunk, I can't bear to wake up alone.
After getting drunk
Wang Jie
Ruan Ji's waking hours are few, Tao Qian's drunken days are many.
The hundred years are not enough, and I will sing a long song.
Answer to Lu Feng
Zhang Jiuling
Pine leaves can be used as wine, how many times will it be brewed in spring?
It is not necessary to leave the mountains and the roads behind, but to walk through the snow.
The Xie Gong Lou
Zhang Jiuling
The Xie Gong Lou is good for spring wine, and three hundred green water-beetles buy a bucket.
The red clay is broken by green ants, and the jade bowl is poured into a yellow bowl.
Four Songs for Li XIV (bis)
Wang Bo
The path is good for grass, and the empty garden is good for flowers.
Poetry and wine in my life, I've been able to meet the immortal family.
Nine Days
Wang Bo
On the ninth day of the Chongyang Festival, there are chrysanthemums at the door.
I don't know if this is the Taoist family, but I'm not sure if it's the Taoist family that's bringing the wine.
Written in the midst of drunkenness
Zhang Shuo
It is better to be drunk than not.
It's all a dance, and all the words are poems.
Five Poems on the Nine Days' Journey to Cornucopia Mountain
Zhang Shu
The yellow flowers are good for drinking, and the green mountains are good for climbing.
It is a great pleasure to climb the mountain.
Chunxing
He Zhizhang
The spring sprayed across the qin's knees, and the flower sticky lukewarm wine towel.
It is not old in the cups, but the forest is spring.
Four Songs on the Journey of a Young Man
WANG WEI
The wine of Xinfeng is ten thousand, and how many years has the knight of Xianyang been living there?
When I met you, I drank for you, and I tied my horse to a tall building by the weeping willow.
The Song of Wei Cheng
Wang Wei
It is moist with rain, and the willows are new.
I advise you to drink a cup of wine, and leave Yangguan in the west without an old friend.
Chen Sixteen East Pavilion
Lee Chip
After the spring, I accompanied the butterflies, and listened to the oriole with wine.
The place where I am most inundated is the place where three or two branches of flowers are left behind.
The Master of Xinfeng
Ju Guangxi
The Master of Xinfeng cooked the new wine, and the old guests returned to the old hall.
Full of wine, the fragrance of the flowers in the north, and the color of the bamboo in the south.
The moon is bright in the fall, and the maiden of the eastern family has a zither to play.
Drunkenly, I forgot the Baling Road, and in my dreams I suspected that I was in Luoyang City.
Wang Changling
Wang Changling
Yuanxi is cool in the evening, and the spring wine is in the bamboo bushes.
Don't worry about the stringed songs, the green mountains and the bright moon have never been empty.
Sending Judge Lu to the South Lake
Liu Changqing
The boat is still loaded with wine, and I am sorry that I have to be so lenient.
The grass is green in the South Lake, and the pine is cold in the small department.
Waterfowls rise up before and after, and flowers and islands come and go.
It's been a long time since I've been to Cangzhou, but I'm not in the mood for an official.
Springtime wishes to Wang Yuyang
Liu Changqing
After the rain cleared after the departure of the Qingming Festival, I was looking forward to seeing you at the Pudong River.
Smoke is dotting the mountains in the spring by the lake, and the trees are far away in the clouds.
Yi Wei Shui Shuo heard calcium drums, covered sand village see wine flag.
The wind is warm, the grass is long, and I am drunk with sorrow.
Two Songs of Liangzhou
Wang Han
Grape wine and night-light cups, want to drink pipa right away.
Drunk in the sand, the king does not laugh, how many people have returned from ancient battles?
The banquet at Zhang Mingfu's house on a cold night
Meng Haoran
The snow was first full of feet, and the cold night was half over.
The banquet invited the companion of wine, and the candle was set for the completion of the poem.
The charcoal is warmed by the golden stove, and the delicate strings are clear.
Drunkenness is the only thing that makes you want to lie down, and you don't realize that the rooster is crowing in the morning.
You Fenglin Temple West Ridge
Meng Haoran
***Hi years of good, to swim between the water and stone.
Smoke is in the trees and spring is in the mountains.
Pot of wine and friends, zither and song.
If you are worried about your return, the moon will be your companion.
Will enter the wine
Li Bai
Don't you see that the waters of the Yellow River are not coming up, and that they will never return to the sea? You don't see the sad gray hair in the mirror in the high hall, like green silk in the morning, turning into snow in the evening. The most important thing in life is to be happy, so don't make the gold empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and a thousand pieces of gold will come back to me again. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups in one go. Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, I will enter the wine, I will not stop drinking. I will sing a song with you, please listen for me. I wish to be drunk for a long time, but I don't want to wake up. All the sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers have left their names. In the old days, when King Chen feasted at Pingle, he drank 10,000 cups of wine and made merry. Why did the master say that he was short of money? He just had to sell wine to the king. The horse with five flowers and the fur with a thousand gold coats, the boy who calls out for the wine, and the boy who calls out for the wine. I'd like to be with you to dispel all the sorrows of the past.
Three Songs on Road Difficulties
Li Bai
The golden wine is worth ten thousand buckets, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars.
When I stopped my cup and made chopsticks, I could not eat, and when I drew my sword, I looked around, I was at a loss.
I want to cross the Yellow River, the ice is blocking the river, and I want to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
Idlely fishing on the blue stream, I suddenly returned to the boat and dreamed of the sun.
The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, where is it now?
The long wind will break the waves, and the clouds will sail across the sea.
Two Songs of the Young Man's Journey
Li Bai
The young man of Wuling was in the east of the gold market, and his silver saddle and white horse were in the spring wind.
Where do you go when the flowers have fallen, and where do you go when you laugh in the wine shop of the Hu Ji.
Li Bai
The wind blew the willow blossoms all over the store, and Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade the guests to enjoy it.
The children of Jinling came to send off each other, and each of them went to the wineglasses if they wanted to.
Please try to ask the east flowing water, who is the short and long of the farewell intention?
Ask the moon in a glass of wine
Li Bai
How long will the moon be here in the blue sky, and how long will it last?
Beautiful as a flying mirror in front of the Danque, the green smoke is out of the clear light.
But the night came from the sea, not to the clouds.
The white rabbit pounded medicine in the fall and then in the spring, the Chang'e lonely abode and who neighbor?
Today's people do not see the ancient moon, today's moon once shone on the ancients.
Ancient people today are like running water, *** look at the bright moon are so.
I wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden temple when we sing songs and drink wine.
Xuanzhou Xie脁 Lou Preserved Farewell to the school book uncle cloud
Li Bai
Those who abandoned me yesterday can not stay, and those who messed up my heart today are very worried. The wind is blowing and the geese are being sent away, and I am very happy to see you on this occasion.
The article in Penglai is about the bones of Jian'an, and in the middle of it, Xie and Qingfa. The first thing I want to do is to get up to the sky to get to the moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that makes you feel better.
Life is not satisfactory in this world, and tomorrow I will distribute the flat boat.
Walking on the road
Li Bai
Lanling wine, amber light in a bowl of jade.
But if the host can make the guest drunk, I don't know where is his hometown.
Four Songs of Drinking Alone Under the Moon
Li Bai
A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without relatives.
Lifting a glass to invite the moon, and making a trio of shadows.
The moon does not know how to drink, but the shadow follows me.
The moon's shadow will be my companion for a while, and I must enjoy myself until spring.
I sing the moon's song, I dance the shadows.
When I wake up, we have fun together, but when I get drunk, we are scattered.
This is the first time I've ever been in love with you, and I'm sure we'll meet again.
Sending a letter to my brothers in the capital for the cold eclipse
Wei Yingwu
The fire is forbidden in the rain, and it is cold in the empty lounge, while the warbler on the river sits and listens to it alone.
We are thinking of our brothers by drinking wine and looking at flowers, and the grass is green in Duling during the winter eclipse.
The Song of White Snow Sends the Judge to the Capital
Cen Shen
The winds of the north are blowing, and the snow flies in August in the Hutian sky.
Suddenly the spring breeze came, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed.
Scattered into the wet curtains of the Zhu Curtain, the fox fur is not warm, the brocade coverlet is thin.
The general's horn is out of control, and the guardian's iron coat is cold and hard to wear.
The sea is a hundred feet of ice, and the clouds of sadness have frozen for ten thousand miles.
The Chinese army is drinking wine with the returnees, and the Chinese lute and the Qiang flute are playing.
The snow is falling at the door, and the wind is blowing the red flag.
When I left, the snow was all over the Tianshan Road.
There is no snow on the mountain road, and the snow leaves empty space for the horses to walk.
The old man still sells wine at seventy, a thousand pots and a hundred urns in front of the flower gate.
The elm pods along the road are still like money, will you be willing to pick them to sell wine?
Composed in the guest house when I sent off Li Shaofu
Gao Shi
We met at the hotel, and our intention was often violated, but the snow cleared up at the beginning of the twilight, waiting for the swallows to fly.
The host has finished his wine, but he is not drunk yet. I'm not sure if I'll be able to return to the hotel at nightfall.
Gift to Mr. Wei Bashi
Du Fu
Life is not like a businessman's life, but it is like a businessman's life. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
How long will you be young and strong? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
How do you know that twenty years ago, I went back to the gentleman's hall. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
It was a great honor for my father to ask me where I was coming from. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The night rain cut the spring leek, the morning cooking between the yellow sorghum. The Lord said it was difficult to meet with him, and he raised ten goblets of wine in one go.
Ten wineglasses will not make me drunk, but I feel that my son is deliberately long. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The Song of the Eight Immortals in the Drinking Water
Du Fu
Zhang Zhizhang rode a horse as if he were on a boat, and his eyes fell into a well and slept under the water.
Ruyang three buckets began to face the sky, the road meets the curved car mouth drooling,
hate not to move the seal to the wine spring.
The minister's daily capital was ten thousand dollars,
Drinking like a whale sucking in a hundred rivers, and naming a saint in the title of the world.
Zongzi was a handsome young man, and he raised his goblet and looked up to the sky,
bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. Li Bai has written a hundred poems in one bucket,
and the wineglasses are sleeping in Chang'an city. The son of heaven called to not get on the boat,
Self-proclaimed that I am the immortal in wine. Zhang Xu's three cups of cursive saints,
Taking off his hat and showing his head in front of the king, waving his brush and dropping the paper like smoke.
Jiao Sui, who was a great scholar, was a great scholar and a great scholar.