Drink red wine in the evening and chat with friends.

Share some friends who drink red wine at night. There are lonely articles, party articles and funny articles. Suggest drinking less ~

Lonely article:

What I drink is not wine, but something that is hard to swallow.

Getting drunk is never the sin of alcohol, but the degree of feelings is too high.

Wine is in the stomach, things are in the heart, and there always seems to be a layer in the middle. No amount of wine can drown your heart.

If you can get drunk in the past, then memory is a hangover.

Early morning porridge can fill the stomach, and late night wine can fill the heart.

If a bottle of wine can make me swallow all the sadness of this year, then I'll do it first.

Years of acacia, add two or two white wines, you can say this acacia.

Life is bitter, wine is choking, and nine times out of ten, it is not satisfactory.

Loneliness is a pot of boiling wine, which burns your throat and you can't say it.

If you ask me what wine tastes like. I'm telling you, it's emotional

No matter how drunk you are, you will always wake up. No matter how touching the play is, it will always end. ...

I've been in a daze for a year. Gain and loss never wake up, only a glass of wine is the most intimate.

I have a story, that is, the night is long, it is better to get drunk.

Collect articles:

If midnight snack is fireworks, then wine is poetry in this fireworks.

Youth is drunk in my nameless arms again.

Raise a glass and laugh with three or two good friends.

We are all bosom friends together, so I'll have two glasses of hangover first.

Qian Shan mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine is smoked by the sun.

A thousand cups is short of a bosom friend.

If you drink today, you can't be too tired.

Taste a glass of good wine, listen to the precipitation of time and feel the taste of life. Every glass of good wine contains the efforts of the winemaker.

All the troubles and complaints vanished in a toast.

Drink wine, taste life, taste life.

A word for life, a glass of wine for life.

Funnier than funny articles:

You buy wine, I buy wine, and cry together after drinking.

Heartbroken drinking, drinking hurts the lungs, and finally heartless.

God wants us to be happy. Alcohol can prove it.

The others are already one room, two people, three meals and four seasons. I also have a cup, two pots, three sticks and four dozen.

Drink? The mutually assured destruction kind.

A head is not a head, but a rotating earth.

No man can accompany you in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but your sister can accompany you to vomit from upstairs to downstairs.