Poetry related to drunkenness

Memories of Three Poems in Jiangnan? Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We will meet again sooner or later.

Suixi banquet poem? water deity

Turbid waves whirled and mist condensed, but the public did not cross the river, and the public actually crossed the river. The wind and water are so exciting that they can't smell it. Lift up your clothes and look into the stream. The waves lined up clothes, but they didn't follow, and the dead bodies went deep into the dragon cave. Jiao Zui Jun's blood dried up, and Huang Sha Jun's bones were pushed out. At that time, when you died, I was anxious about whether my concubine was suitable or not, so I was filled with waves. I am willing to hold a heart of stone with Jingwei, cut off the source of the river and block the spring pulse.

"He Yuanxiu won't leave"? Wei Zhuang

Spring is good for seclusion, but water is chaotic. The waves crossed the river and moved to the shore, and the young birds left the forest. The green elm tree is thick, and the red apricot tree is deep. Don't drink Yicheng wine, it's easy to sink if you worry too much.

"Wen You Hui Pei Mingfu County Building"? Xiang Si

The rain blew the dust in the pavilion, and the Taoist people paid tribute to the guests. Mountains, rivers, lakes, full of green, doors and trees in spring. The scenery has returned to Yan Yan, and the singing is drunk. There are several reasons for the lack of prosperity.

"Send Hu Xiu Chu Shi to Xiangjiang River"? Li pin

Seeing the Xiangjiang River cut, there is a song of everlasting regret. The rivers and lakes travel far in autumn, and sleep late in a thunderstorm night. The old merchants are revived, and the old forests are empty. It's cold, a ladle of wine, who stays drunk in the sunset.