Poems praising wine and tea

Half a spring moat, a flower city. Don't think about your old friend's old country. At that time, the only way was ordinary. Rustling yellow leaves close the window, misty rain looks at Su Shi in the south of the Yangtze River.

Spring is not old, betting on books.

Huanxi Shana Lanxingde

Who reads the west wind alone? Try to watch it on a separate stage.

Don't be surprised by the wine, have a good sleep, try new fire and new tea, and miss the sunset.

After cold food, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique, and poetry and wine take advantage of the years, but the wine wakes up and is melancholy.