The lamps are out and the pillows are down, and I know what it's like to sleep alone.
Leaving sorrows are endless, a long way to go, like spring water
"Treading on the Sands" by Ouyang Xiu is a piece of spring sorrow to be quenched by wine, the boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are waving.
Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge. The wind is blowing again and the rain is falling.
When will I return home to wash my robe? The silver sheng tunes, the heart burns with incense.
It is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green bananas "A Pruned Plum" by Jiang Jie)
Thinking about idle matters while drinking wine
--Bai Juyi
Thinking about idle matters while drinking wine, who is the deepest in the sorrows of spring?
Begging for money, the face of a guest, the heart of a man who has failed to get a degree, the heart of a man who has failed to get a degree.
Lowly standing under the moonlight, holding his knees in front of the lamp.
It is better to be drunk than to be in gold.
Solo drinking under the moon
--Li Bai
A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone without relatives.
Raising 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 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.
It is not necessary to get drunk on wine, but to get drunk on sorrow.
To the wine
---Bai Juyi
We are not sure of our destiny, and we should not labor in the deed of union.
It is not as if I were to drink this wine, for it would be worth ten thousand pounds of gold.
To the wine
--Bai Juyi
It's hard to burn the fire sand.
Sometimes I become a white head, but I have no place to ask for yellow buds.
The world of illusion is like a bubble, and the floating life is like a flower.
Only the green spirits of wine, and the purple river car.
Li Bai (李白)
Wind-blown willow flowers filled the store with fragrance, Wu Ji (吴姬) pressed the wine to persuade the guests to enjoy. The children of Jinling came to see us off, and each one of them went out with a glass of wine.
Please try to ask the east flowing water, who is the shortest and longest of the farewell intention?
The Master of Xinfeng, Chu Guangxi
The Master of Xinfeng, the new wine is ripe, and the old guests return to the old hall to stay. The wine is full of fragrance, and the color of the wine is the same as the color of the bamboo in the south.
The moon is bright in the fall, and the young girl from the eastern house has a zither. I was so drunk that I forgot about the Baling Road, and in my dreams I suspected that I was in Luoyang City.
Lyrics of Liangzhou Wang Han
The grapes and wine in the night light cup, want to drink the pipa on the horse. The drunken gentleman in the battlefield should not laugh, how many people have come back from ancient battles?
The Young Man's Journey Li Bai
The young man of Wuling was in the east of the gold market, with a silver saddle and a white horse in the spring wind. I was a young man in Wuling, in the east of the gold market, with a white horse and a silver saddle, in the spring wind.
Xuanzhou Xie脁 Lou Preserved Farewell to the School Book Uncle Yun Li Bai
Those who abandoned me yesterday could not stay, and those who messed up my mind 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 raise your glass to dispel your worries. I'm not happy with my life, I'll be in a flat boat tomorrow.
Li Bai (李白)
兰陵美酒郁金香, 玉碗來琥珀光. But if the host can make the guest drunk, I don't know where is his home.
Playing a Question to the Winegrower at the Flower Gate Cen Shen
The old man, seventy years old, still sells wine, 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 pick them to sell wine?
Composed in the guest house when I sent off Li Shaofu Gao Shi
We met at the hotel, and the snow was clear at the beginning of the twilight, waiting for the swallows to fly. I'm sure you're not drunk yet, but I'm sure you'll be. I'm not sure if I'll be able to return to the hotel at nightfall.
Gift to Du Fu (杜甫)