Classical Poems on Huasan Wine

1. Flower-picking Poems Tang Yin's poems are true and simple, informal, widely spoken, fresh in artistic conception, and often proud of life and society.

For example, in the song of wine to the moon: although I am ashamed that I don't have Li Bai, I expect myself not to be ugly in the middle of the month; I don't go on the emperor's boat or sleep; There is a hut outside Gusu City, with thousands of peach blossoms all over the sky. Another example is the poem: everything is providence, so why use a series of tricks; You are always satisfied with three meals a day and get a sail.

When everything is born, when will it hurt everyone? The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. [Ming] Tang Yin's Song of the Peach Blossom Temple is the Peach Blossom Temple in the Taohuawu and the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year. I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Car dust and clues show things, and wine is hidden in snuff. If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven.

If we compare Hua San to horses and chariots, I will have no leisure. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

There are poems about wine in ancient poems. Bai Juyi gave my friend Liu a suggestion: There is a touch of red and green ants' newly baked wine in the quiet stove, and there is a feeling of snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? ? Breaking up in a hotel in Nanjing, Li Bai, a breeze, brought catkins, which made the store sweeter. Wu Ji pressed the wine and advised the guests to enjoy it.

Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Weicheng Qu Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Chu Guangxi, the owner of Xinfeng, has new wine, and the old guests return to the old hall.

Full of fragrance, with flowers to build the north, yingzun color pan-nanxuan bamboo. When the clouds cleared and the moon was clear, the girl in the club solved Qin Zheng.

Drunk and forgotten Baling Road, I suspected Luoyang City in my dream. William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? Li Bai, a teenager in Wuling Mountain, is a young scholar, with a silver saddle and a white horse in the spring breeze. Where the fallen flowers swim, laughing into the Huji wine shop.

Uncle Bai, Xuanzhou Xielou's farewell book to the school left me yesterday, so I can't stay. People who disturb my heart today are more worried. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Li Bai, Lan Ling, Hakka wine tulip, jade bowl amber light. But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.

Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. Cen Can old man, 70 years old, still sells wine, with thousands of pots and pans at the door.

Elm pods on the roadside are still like money. Will you pick them to sell wine? When I saw Li Shaofu off, I met him at the guest house and had a good talk. Hotels mean a lot of things, and it snows in Chu Qing. The master won't return until he is drunk.

Do you want to go home at dusk? For Wei Ba, Chu Shi and Du Fu, meeting friends is almost as difficult as meeting the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.

Two men who were young not long ago, but now their temples are gray! It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.

You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row. They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.

Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine. Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the morning cooking room.

My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .

The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? . How can I solve my troubles? Only Du Kang sings wine. What is life like? For example, morning dew, it is difficult to go to Japan ... just like the moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off.

-"Short Songs" Cao Cao lived like a dream. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. If you have wine today, you will be drunk tomorrow.

Once I thought of the sunset in Xiting, I was drunk and didn't know the way back. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers.

For every bosom friend, it is a few glasses of wine, and for lovers, it is more than half a sentence. The road stinks with wine and freezes to death. Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

Gold and white walls buy songs and laugh, and get drunk. -Li Bai's "Recalling the Past and Visiting the County to Join the Army" Chu Lan did not admire Wu Gou and took the wine city head to bid farewell to the old tour.

I am old, so I want to bring my bow and arrow to the ice. -Lu Yin's "Chang 'an Relatives" poem is strange to the enemy, and the wine is cooked and sealed.

-Gao Pian's "Li Di Yi Yun" turned to Jiushen Pill to win wine? Pentaphone music is not like poetry. -Dugou River's "White Hair" was deprived of everything except wine and poetry.

-The platform of Bai Juyi's Ode to the Comrades in the Restaurant was full of troubles and worries, so he wrote the Song of Liangyuan on the wine. -"Liang Yuanyin" also fell four or five times and recited "Tiger Words".

-"Lucheng North Looking for Fan Jushi Lost his Way, Seeing Fan Buying Wine and Picking Xanthium" lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with tiger pearls. But the host can get drunk and not know where he is.

-"Guest Works" is a poem in the wine for 30 years, and things are abrupt. (paragraph "Crying") Fan Zhongyan > A glass of turbid wine went home to Wan Li, but it didn't return home, and it rang all around. In the midst of thousands of difficulties and dangers, the long smoke is lonely and beautiful.

I advise you to drink more wine. The sun rises in the west for no reason. -Wang Wei sent two messengers to Xi 'an to sing my songs, drink my wine and start my home on that green spring day.

-Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" But we drink to the guests who returned from the camp and play the barbarian's pipa, guitar and harp for him. -Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" costs pure wine, with a golden cup of 10,000 copper and a hip flask, and the tracts are mellow and generous.

-Li Bai's "It's hard to spend the morning in spring, but it's hard to walk on a moonlit night". I often pick up the wine and drink it alone. -Bai Juyi's "Pipa Travel" listened to a song of yours today, and temporarily relied on the spirit of a glass of wine.

-Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Lotte Yangzhou Gift" has a glass of wine late, and the owner offers a long life. -Li He's "Wine", across the spring-wine, while it warms me up, I will remind you how to gamble, where we roll the dice in groups under the crimson lamp.

-Li Shangyin "Untitled" Let's open your window on the garden and talk about Sang Ma with a cup in hand. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" does not laugh at farmers' wine and wine, but stays in a good time.

-Lu You's "Mountain Creek Village Trip" Wan Li had a glass of turbid wine at home, but Ran Yan didn't lose his mind. -Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride" listened to wine several times and woke up drunk at noon.

-Zhang Xian's "Fairy" advises you to bring wine to the sunset and leave a night in the flowers. -Song Qi's "Jade Tower Spring" dream, the balcony is locked high, and the curtains are hung after drinking.

-Yan "Linjiang Xian" When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. -Where did Su Shi's "Water Tune" wake up tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

-Liu Yong's Singin' in the Rain, three cups and two glasses of wine. How could it be that he came late and the wind was urgent? -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice".

3. Seek a poem of flowers and wine. Tang Yin's poem of flowers and flowers ruined ten springs in an instant, and the rich garden was washed away.

I would like to ask the shepherd boy to set up wine and try plums, kind man. If Hua Dan is bullied by Rouwu, it is hard to guarantee that Yu Xiang will laugh at the tree god.

Looking forward to green shoes, everyone is a sleeper when they are tall. The setting sun is dark, the flute is long, and the spring breeze is turning again.

Accuse of going to the North Pole, rouge waste. Pour three feet of rain mud and embroider half a hook around the tree.

The dreamy color adds to the sadness in the mirror. The spring breeze is 150 minutes, and there are no flowers.

The new wine is about to pour green into the cup, but the faded face has turned into a mirror. If you can't see the rafters stealing incense, you will become a stinker.

In this way, the trees and tears withered. When the silkworm is busy at dawn, the bonus is like a flower.

Cold food spring seems to have no owner, and the butterfly flying next door is private. Even if money accumulates Beidou, it is difficult to bury stones in the wind and rain.

A wisp of smoke sticks to your temples when you sleep in the bed. Sit and watch wheatgrass bored and coquettish.

My honey is ripe, fragrant, sticky and white, and Liang Yan's nest is wet and red. The country is very beautiful, and it is pitiful. Why is the glass not empty?

Endure to see the clues under the wheels and fly west and east. Cui Huikong wrote the truth in the mirror, but it was difficult to convey the spirit in Luoshui.

National color comes naturally, life is thin, and peach is in spring. There is no brocade account around Jingu, and the green shoes are dusty.

One hundred times around the tree, who will be next year? The sky is blue and the clouds are horizontal, and the country garden is purple. Peach leaves are uneven, apricot flowers are scattered.

Dogs barked in the moonlight in the middle of the night, and the whole city was raining. If people don't come back and spring is gone, who will sing with them? Flowers weeping willows make it clear, and duckweed with purple back is good.

In March, I asked Fang to ride a phoenix couple, and I sang along for a while. Turn off the lights, the courtyard hurts the birds, and the terrace is wet.

Mo Wen Dong Jun complained of injustice, and his spontaneous sexual dreams were not clear. What happened in the spring dynasty was silent, and the court was surprised to see that Lou had taken shape.

Tears fly slightly and eyes are long. Books should be unintentional and intentional.

And I'm glad the remnants are still there, so that I can repair the bamboo and report peace. Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year; Since it is the end of March, there is no need for people to hate even winds.

On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully; Pick it up and put it in Paris for Luo, a pair of mandarin ducks. I am very sad and worried. The flowers are scattered and the temple is added.

Zhou Gaiyan speaks of spring in March, and the ripples are half curtain. Sick wine can't bear to turn to drama, listen to the wind and steer, and like to be late.

Red hands are painted on the moss in the green Yang Ying for the pity of the disabled. The first half of Yangliulou is regular, and it is late at night in the music theater.

It is difficult to grow flowers when burning, but Tintin won't be late when he leaks rain. The golden string sleeve cage is new and slippery, and the emerald eyebrows are drooping.

How worried you are about your amorous feelings, you can tell who you are worried about. Li Taihou catching up, Peng Feiping turned around and was at a loss.

I am haggard and tired, and I am full of mirror worries in March. It is better to die than to leave a sleeping shoe.

The beautiful spring tree is not yesterday, the grass is empty and buried in a mound. Apricot petals and peaches must be swept in piles, and youth and white hair feel decadent.

The listing of clams is surprising, and clams teach people to wash cups. Endure to sing hymns to send off the spring, and regret to urge Jie Gu thoroughly.

If business is not good enough to make money, I will get old, and I won't know if it will be bad until next year. You don't have to boast about it, and once you look down on Yi's family. Zhao Jun favored Mao Yanshou, but Yang-ti couldn't keep Zhang Lihua.

The juvenile in the deep courtyard is self-locked, and the levee is bright and red. Small bridges and flowing water are idle villages, but there are no dogs and frogs.

Full house laughter and strong company, don't worry about nine times a day. Season again surprised Liang Yan milk, China helpless gorge colt rush.

Sweet clothes hurt the waist and thin, and Liaoyang has no news. At dusk, the door is full of flowers, and the cow is crisp and recommends the cup in the palm.

At the Elk Terrace on the edge of Yazi City, the situation in spring is gradually relaxed. Clothes are like jade, and the rain pushes the window of the wine account.

Peach blossoms bear fruit like rain, carrying female butterflies over the wall. There are many leisure pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhuhu Lake is still locked with moss.

Xie Chunrong, a peach and a plum, fights with the night. On the stranger, the new dimming, the wall is full of jade plates.

There is no trace in qinglian lane, and the embroidered waist feels fine. There is no need to be ruthless, because my generation is in love.

When the cluster is in existence, the lonely music bar is flooded. For thousands of years, the Qing tombs complained about emptiness, and Du Xuan only wrote poems.

Incense chasing horseshoes to ants, shadows and insect arms to spider silk. After searching for incense, I found the debt for the New Year and saw the branches full of songs.

Wheatgrass is grateful for the Chinese New Year, and it can be today without eight fights. * I was wrong to vote for the national color, and the fate was light, and I met the gold master.

Cuckoo cries blood in the middle of the night, and butterfly wanders to the bottom of the tree in spring. Color is empty, color is empty, I want to adjust my greed and anger.

The beautiful face and thin life are in a dilemma, and Yingying's presbyopia has been ruined by the world. Older Lu Ji is worried about marrying late, and the yellow bird is called spring sleep.

Life is seventy years old, and fighting for wine is 1000. Regret that it was too late to light a silver candle to cover the boat.

When flowers bloom, it will always be spring. Don't be envious or angry when flowers bloom. Know that the grass skull tomb is the person who hides his face in the red chamber.

Samby has taught Hugh to pan-wax, and firewood trains no longer need towels. Fairy dust and Buddha rob each other, and it goes without saying that the toilet bacteria have fallen down.

Chai Men is short in ploughing, and the pheasant grass garden is in spearmint. Xizi returned to the lake and dug a well. Zhaojun left the village.

The spring phoenix courtyard is closed in a deep cage, and it is drizzling. Pick up the residual red, throw it away, and teach it to stick to Ashan.

Banana wine is full of sleeve marks, and I cherish jade. Pity the trees singing in the wind outside the window, and live up to the bright moon and porch.

If you throw yourself into a well, you will die, and if you fall, you will thank the Lord. Grass grows in Cheung Chau at dusk, and the river is full of ghosts.

Shrike flies eastward to Yan Xi, and Wang Sun of Nanpu complains about getting lost. Birds call spring break, and rain makes flowers cry to the corner.

Maoyuan shade closed string tube, long lock the door during the day. In butterfly's dream, the music bar is full of memories.

Green shoes, cloth socks, thank you for traveling together, and the pink butterfly wasp cares for each other. When you are old, your feelings will change and you will not rest until you die.

There is no long-term plan in the sun and the moon, and there is near sorrow in the wine. A mountain is fragrant and silent in spring, and a blue cloud is separated from the red building.

Spring comes in a hurry, dazzling and prosperous, apricot shirts are warm at the beginning, and pear flowers in the deep courtyard hate windy. Sitting on the lamp all night, thinking about wine is reddish.

If Dong Jun asks fish and geese, his mood is in the rain. Wu Jiaoqi spring city, skillfully make the east wind shake the ground.

Lights shine on the eaves, flowers bloom and fall, and crows are still surprised to live in trees. Beauty is not for the heart of the piano, but for the sake of wine.

Quietly compare yourself with the mirror, and the mane is another year. In the dream of spring, the geese are shadowed, and the mud is a foot in front of the horseshoe.

It's hard to pour grey wine into a new love, only the sweet bag is pitiful. Deep courtyard material should be like flowers, Nagato worry about locking the sky like years.

Who is right, but idle peaches and plums, saying it is on the verge of sadness and joy. Flowers float with the wind, and spring leaves me like a legacy.

Five views fly around the Wuxia Gorge, and nine floors evoke spirits and fly to Chu Ci. There is no past when you are old, and there is glory when you are withered.

And the poem is thirty years old, who knows that the spring breeze is heartbroken? .

4. The classic quotation of the poem about liquor is 1, the tulip in lanling wine and the amber light from the jade bowl. -Tang-Li Bai's "Traveler"

I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Tang-Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"

3, wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately destroyed. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? -William Wang's "Liangzhou Ci"

4, do not hesitate to buy nod and change wine. A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao. -Qiu Jin's "Wine"

5. They love each other, one cup after another. I'm drunk enough to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty is going to hug me. -Li Bai's On the Mountain

6. There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? -Bai Juyi's "A Suggestion for Friend Liu"

7. We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

8. Listen to a song of Jun today, and rely on the spirit of a glass of wine for the time being. -Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"

9. The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10,000 coppers and a hip flask. Pan Yujian is ashamed of 10,000 yuan. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"

10, Dongli put wine after dusk, and the fragrance was full of sleeves. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"