I beg for the ancient sentences in the Eight Cups of Wine series! Hey everyone! (°ー°〃)

A glass of wine and a pair of spring peaches.

A few branches are shaking in the new cold.

A curtain of sparse rain penetrates the red skin,

I can’t bear to pour my heart over the wine.

Things are different and people are different,

Yan Shui Meng Lao hates people being quiet.

The attentive proprietor cannot be retained,

A wisp of fragrant soul is lost in water.

Two glasses of wine to Xia He.

After the rain, the pearls show up in the Bi Pavilion.

Love letters often break in dreams, and

the writing pen before flowers is delayed.

Nong Ping's two carp shadows were startled,

The mandarin ducks playing in the water were jealous.

Who is like me?

Poetry cannot be reconciled with wine.

Three glasses of wine to Qiu Ju.

The cold rain and wind will not change the date.

Thousands of branches are so diligent that the fields are filled with confusion.

A few flowers are too lazy to be drunk and sparse in the fence.

Hengbo ignored Lingshuang's play,

Slanted thin and bullied Yusheng.

More advice to have a glass of wine in the evening,

The cold autumn moon is in a dilemma.

Four glasses of wine for winter plums.

A thin branch promises spring.

Dare to be as vigorous as a thousand pines,

Don’t argue with a hundred flowers.

The bones are whistling in the wind,

The agarwood is waiting to fly in the snow.

Qingge keeps drinking wine,

Me and the plum blossoms are drunk and never return.

Five glasses of wine, facing the breeze.

The small building disappeared without a trace.

Unfettered gathering and dispersion, eyes disappear,

Sleeves full of joy and sorrow, face empty.

The northern desert sings to welcome the thin horse,

The rain breaks the cold pines in the southern Xinjiang.

A glass of thin wine softens tears at the beginning,

The willows are still lingering in the gentle breeze.

Six glasses of wine and flowers.

Thousands of postures and expressions are wonderful.

Idle time in front of the court arouses the jealousy of beauties,

It attracts compliments from peasants in the wild.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter bring rain and dew,

East, west, south and north show their splendor.

Drunk and confused,

Where is Yaotai and where is home?

Seven glasses of wine to Bai Xue.

The whole world is deceived without realizing it.

Thousands of branches are wrapped in plain clothes without color,

Hiding makeup overnight is like a snow disaster.

The soft hands melt into the skin and the mundane desires are reduced,

The frowning eyebrows and the cold face are free from the dust.

Qinghan loves to carry a pot of wine,

Mei is a close friend walking in the snow.

Eight glasses of wine, facing the bright moon.

The toad light is like water flowing through the pine trees.

At the top of the building, there is a frightening dream in front of the flowers.

The orioles are floating on the pillow and the birds are outside the window.

The long-lasting love and far-reaching love are longing for perfection,

The long night of supper will always be perfect.

There are thousands of poems in Qiong cups and hundreds of cups,

I want to be drunk and the clouds are flowing in the sky.

Nine glasses of wine, for the sake of fine wine

A thousand glasses of wine will not be lost.

The solitary shadow in front of the flower often faces the moon,

The full mat bottle is never separated from its friends.

After being washed by wind and rain, tears are made,

The tears are turned into poems and poems are exchanged for wine.

When wine enters the heart of sorrow, poetry continues;

Poetry becomes wine and the sighs linger.