a poem

Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking

Riding a horse is like riding a boat.

Dizzy, fell into the well and slept underwater.

Ruyang's three fights began in the sky,

The road drools at the corner of the car.

I wish I could not move the capital to Jiuquan.

It takes thousands of dollars for Zuo Xiang to get rich.

Drinking like a whale,

The musical saint in the cup is called avoiding sages.

A handsome and beautiful boy,

Look at the sky with white eyes,

As bright as Yushu before the wind.

Embroidered Buddha for a long time before Su Jinzhai,

When you are drunk, you often love to escape Zen.

Li Bai's fighting poems,

Go to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an,

When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat.

Call myself Brewmaster.

Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,

Before you take off your hat and show your head,

Waving paper like a cloud.

Five buckets of rice with scorched ears are outstanding,

Talk a lot, and your eloquence will surprise you.

Write a part of Li Bai:

Li Bai's fighting poems,

Go to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an,

When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat.

Call myself Brewmaster.